My son -- the one I had to bribe to read -- has suddenly become interested in books. Not only that, he's also decided to write his own.
Because, you know, it's easy. Or so he told me.
He's currently composing chapter four of his epic saga about a man and his quest to find some sort of fossil that will save the planet.
(giggle)
*ahem*
Friday night, he read it to me as I made dinner. I have to say, I'm very impressed with his use of current pop culture. It's fluid throughout his narrative. I found myself wondering: how does he know about this stuff? Because it isn't like I allow him to watch that much TV and when I do, it's the Disney channel.
In chapter one, the man blows up his house. He does this because the fossil is supposedly underneath it.
I asked, "Why blow up the house? Can't he simply dig the fossil out without destroying everything?"
He looked at me like I was insane. "Because every good book starts with an explosion. Don't you know that? I thought you were a writer."
Noted.
2 comments:
an explosion! that's where i've gone wrong. thank the boy for me.
*edit: first chapter of my love story*
this could totally work...
I know, right? It's where I've failed too!!!!
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