I try and write on a daily basis, but this last week has been about as crazy as any. Then I did an iOS update to the iPad which wiped out four chapters of my scifi book. I didn’t complain, I put it on my things to panic over right after a crappy paycheck because I was sick and missed 24 hrs of work, after burst a pool pipe, after a car accident, but before unpaid bills. See the priorities there?
The person who did have the biggest fit I have ever seen was my daughter who uses my writer pad app to jot down words. I was unaware of her “future” book she had saved on there. The kid is five yrs old mind you. So she told me (demanded?) that I sit at the computer to write her story again.
So I sat down and wrote it out for her verbatim. I must say this: The kid is talented. Not only can she draw like a champ, but the kid has serious imagination. And not only does she have a creepy imagination (I’m so proud), but she gave her story a beginning, middle, climax, and cliffhanger end. She left it open for the “part two,” in her own words. Then she says, “Now put it on the internet and tell me my level (rank).”
JORJA’S STORY: The Monster in the Window (copyright 2013, reproduced with permission from the author. yeah, I did ask.)
There were two kids, a boy and a girl, brother and sister. His name is River and her name is Jorja. They were sleeping and it was dark, so they didn’t see the monster come into the window. River heard a noise and woke-up his sister and they ran out of the house. Far away from the monster. They got lost in the woods and cried, but they had each other so they were okay and ate berries.
Years later the mom, her name was Tania was had another kid. When he turned 9 years-old, she tied him to the bed. He cried because he did not want to be tied to the bed, but she told him, “I am keeping you safe from the monster so he won’t take you.”
“What monster,” he said.
“The one that took your first brother and sister,” she said.
He told her to let him have one more day without being tied up, so she let him. That night he ran away to find his brother and sister. He found them in the woods and they were still little kids. The three of them found the monster and vanquished him [yeah, her word not mine]. They went back home to their mommy and she was crying.
“Don’t be sad,” River said. ”We are now home.”
She gave them a big hug, but she thought she saw a shadow moving outside the window.
That was my daughter’s story. It was all her and those were her words. Despite the fact that she used a little author intrusion, I think it was brilliant. I told her I would publish it to my blog and she could follow her rank here.
The moral of the bigger picture is this: Influences we are! What are you teaching those that watch you even when you think they are watching Spongebob?
Tania L Ramos