The Princess was writing a story last week. I assumed it was for her language arts or power literacy class. It sort of was, but not for any grade, extra credit, or points. Seems they had been telling stories in class. Her stories were hugely popular. She was writing to get ready for the Halloween celebration. And dang if it wasn’t good. They’re short stories….probably five to ten pages….but she has about six of them done now. I was reading it, in an editorial role, and I was thinking, “Wow, this is good. She can put these together and submit them somewhere.” Then I thought, “Darn it, I’m jealous.” She has entirely more courage than I. She has stories in her head, and she’s writing them down AND sharing them with her class. How. Awesome. Is. That?!!!!!
I have stories….they’re briefly outlined in a notebook. But I don’t ever write them. And I’ve certainly never shared them. Oh sure, I blog. That’s pretty easy. The Herd gives me lots to write about, and it’s real life. I just happen to blab it on the internet. To have the courage to actually sit down and write those stories? I continually let fear hold me back. You can’t finish what you don’t start, and if you never finish, no one can tell you how much it sucks.
I don’t think the Princess thinks of it as having courage. She has stories in her head. She writes them down. That’s it. Oh to be a kid again, where life is completely in front of you and no one has really told you yet you can’t, you’ll fail, you’ll never be successful. She doesn’t have fear holding her back.
She may never do anything with these stories. I’m saying very little to her, other than to keep writing them down. It may take her places someday, or not. Maybe someday she will look at them and just giggle. They are good though….without really knowing what she’s doing, she thinks about character development, plot, hooks, suspenseful conclusions, lessons in the story, entertaining people. I’m so proud of her. I want to be her when I grow up.