(blush blush) Thank you Jean. (blush blush) I do love to write but can never get all the time together to finish anything. (Maybe if this board wasn't so addicting
Yes, I keep notes on a lot of this stuff and have some idea about using the little angels in a book some one of these days. I have to finish the one I promised I'd write for one of my "good" kids, "she-who-loves-ghost-stories." We had a discussion one day about a television program we both love, but which I only catch on visits to homes of friends who also watch it because I do not have cable and get exactly one station in clearly.
My Young Friend (she was 14 at the time, her english is approximate--it's a second language for her and part of her charm is the way she speaks it): You don't get cable? How you LIVE without cable? I DIE without cable!
Me: Well, MYF, there are many other things one can do without cable television.
MYF: Like what?
(Keep in mind this is a girl who is not only an honor student, but a voracious reader--and did I mention English is her SECOND language? Her first language involves an alphabet that doesn't even LOOK like ours.)
Me: Well, you like to read. I read books. I listen to music. I play with my cat. I get together with friends and go to movies. I exercise. I go for walks. I pay bills. I clean. I do crafts. I write b--
MYF: You WRITE? What you write? You write horror? You write ghost story?
MYF: You do. I know you do. You love j-horror like me. Right?
Me: well, I'm working on something like that.
MYF: You bring in. I read. I tell you if it good or not.
Now, I trust this kid with my own DVDs and books. (And my manga. The kids can't believe an adult would read the same stuff they would like. I keep telling them I am an old kid but with manners.) So I let her read a few of my trial chapters. Now she's on me every time she comes in. "You write more? How much more? When it finish? You got to finish!"
I am actually closer to finishing this book than anything else in my life...and my little editor has started e-mailing me harrassing notes that go like this "I tape HOUSE
for you last night. Now stop reading e-mail and WRITE something."
If it does get finished and published, I am dedicating it to her.
And if I may digress just a little:
I have to add another conversation quip:
MYF: We just read Old Yeller. What a screwy book.
MYF: Last book we read was Where The Redfern Grow. I sick of reading books where the dog die. Why teachers pick books where always the dog die? Why can't dog live now and then? Stupid book.
Me: Um, what book are you reading next.
MYF: The Yearling Why you making face? Does it have dog? Does dog die?
Me: Well, I think there's a dog...but, um, the story is about a boy who takes in an abandoned fawn.
MYF: Don't tell me. Let me guess. The fawn die.
Me: Oh, honey. I can't even begin to tell you. Buy kleenex.
MYF: Oh crap.
She has a point. Why does everything we consider great literature have to end with the dog or the deer dying?