I wrote a post a few weeks ago about how difficult it has been recently for me to get up the energy to do any writing. I wanted to change that. I wanted to get back to a place where writing was easy, where it was fun. Well, that hasn’t really happened yet.
Since that post, I’ve written once for around a half hour. I only got out a few hundred words. It probably would have been more, but I remembered something as I was going along that made me stop. It has also made it harder for me pick it back up. I remembered a question that Baby E asked me a while back. She asked me when I was going to write a book that she could take to school and have it be read.
Now, none of the books that I’ve written have had anything too terrible in them. They aren’t exactly kid friendly either. Not anything I want my 9 year old to read anyway.
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my little girl, but this is something that I’m not sure I can do. My writing, for the most part, contains a fair bit of darkness in it. I’m not sure I’d be able to tone it down enough to get through an entire story. Besides, I don’t even know if I could come up with a story that would interest 9-10 year olds. I didn’t read that much back when I was that age and things are a lot different now than they were back then. I don’t know if they’d like the same things I did when I was their age, let alone the things I like now. More than likely, if I attempt this, it will be a huge failure.
I know some of you might be thinking, “She’s your daughter. She’ll be proud of you no matter what,” and you’d probably be right. For now, anyway. She’s quickly approaching the age when parents becoming embarrassing.
Still, if I do this, I want it to be something worth her being proud of.