So for the first time in a very long time (read highschool-ish) I wrote something. Like a short story something. Back in the day I was no different than a lot of young girls, writing bad poetry and overly dramatic teenage romances. Time passed, I grew up and the writing slowly ground to a halt. I mean I still wrote in my journal, sporadically, at best, but the urge to flesh out a story on paper had apparently left me. And I was fine with that. To be honest I haven't given it a second thought in years.
One of my favourite times of the day is the time just before I fall asleep. I lay there in the dark and let my mind wander where ever it desires; an idea for a blog post, what I would do if I won the lottery, how I'd like to redecorate my bedroom and so on, you get the idea. For the last week or so my mind keeps coming back to this story I had in my head. I'm not sure where it came from. Maybe because I can't stop listening to that Hinder song. (which reminds me sognatrice has tagged me for a music meme...... Yeah my first tag. ) I don't know, but whenever I put head to pillow there it was. So yesterday I wrote it out and today I'm still tweaking it. Adding and subtracting sentences like a pro. Actually I'm half done. It turns out I actually had two stories in me. Mainly because I couldn't find an effective way to switch the narrative between the characters and since there's two sides to ever story well it only made sense to write two stories. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do with them. I thought about sending them to my much more talented brother and letting him read, but that idea kind of really freaks me out. Because have I mentioned he's talented? Cause he is. Really. Or I may just post them here and this is my way of calling myself out. Time will tell.
Yesterday as I was writing, Abby sat at her makeshift desk behind me. Her little head bent over a notepad, pencil in hand making scribbles across the paper. She likes to talk as she writes and yesterday was no exception.
Abby: Dear Diary, I can count by twos and tie my shoes but I also like to do something else. Run and run around the back yard. Writing by Abby.
Abby: Dear Diary, we played ring around the rosie and played with Justin. Do you know what he does best? Plays computer with me.
How much longer until she wants a blog of her own I wonder?
5 comments:
That's too cute about Abby; you pose an interesting question--what is a good age to begin a children's blog? I've seen some based here in Italy, and I'm thinking the kids are somewhere around 10, which sounds about right...of course then you'd have to deal with all the privacy issues, too, probably locking the blog to only certain people. Why oh why must there be perverts?
On that cheerful note, congratulations on your stories! All this blogging must've sparked something long dormant :)
This is great and you've given me an idea for a blog post.
Also, I see that Abby is also a Franklin fan... I recognize that opening :)
I love that she's already writing! When AS and I went to Seattle, I noticed a notebook open on my 6-year-old cousin's bed where she was "rehearsing" how she would introduce herself to him.
"Hi, AS. My name is Elsa. I am 6. Laurel is my cousin."
Well honey, You really do inspire me to blog, and I really really do love to read your blog and your suggested reads as well. Thanks for that. xoxoxo
M - I know it's an tough issue. I've seen blogs of kids who are younger than 10. I only hope in those instances the parents have to approve the final edit before they publish. And thanks, I guess maybe I did. It was odd how these characters and their story just decided to make an appearance.
Karen - Oh yes we love Franklin. Last weeks library book was 'Franklin Says Sorry'. Can't wait to read the post.
Sass - That is way too cute that she was rehearsing.
Delores - You're welcome. You are just the sweetest. I'm touched, thanks for that.
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