It’s November and also National Novel Writing Month and National Blog Posting Month. I usually do NaBloPoMo (though not this year, obviously), but NaNoWriMo? Nah. That’s for real writers. And I’m going through a I-used-to-a-better-[fill in the blank with writer, mother, human being]-but-now-I-suck thing.
Recently, Julia came home from school with an assignment to read Author: A True Story by Helen Lester. We read it and talked about it and my blog (“Are you a writer, mom?”) and eventually, NaNoWriMo. Julia felt inspired and has begun writing a book. So far, she’s written just under 3,000 words and 6 chapters.
Here are three of my favorite excerpts:
1. Mom said, ”Well, we’ll see what we can do.” She says that all the time! Why doesn’t she at least say no or yes?
2. Mama was going to have a baby…. Really? Having another brother is just what I need. Well, at least it’s in another year. There are things that are worse. Like, a cannonball of death.
3. We would have gone a whole lot faster if Mikey would stop eating, peeing, and pooping all month long. It was a long trip, but I had something to keep me busy – talking. Talking was my power, being quiet was my enemy. But being talkative wasn’t just the thing, it was trying to talk my mom into having my very own room.
(I can’t help but wonder how much she is drawing from her real life experience.)
I am so impressed with Julia and her commitment to writing her book. She adds to it every day. And if you ask her if she’s a writer – a real writer – she’ll tell you without hesitation, “Yes! One day, I hope to be a published author, too.”
I could use a dose of her attitude.