Our Gracie has been hard at work the last few days writing her first book. She’s got about 7 pages already, which is a lot when you’re 9 years old and writing longhand with pencil in a legal pad. She watched me sit down at my computer today and quipped, “I don’t have it easy like you.” (I told her I wrote the first drafts of my first three books longhand, pen in notebooks, but she didn’t seem too impressed.) I asked her what her book was about. This is what she said:
“It’s about a lady who is pregnant but she’s stressed out because she doesn’t have a place for the baby, so she starts driving to a motel to stay there because it’s near the hospital but she falls asleep when she’s driving and goes off the road and when she wakes up, she’s lost and doesn’t know how to get back to where she wants to go, and then the car blows up, so she’s out in the snow, pregnant and lost.”
“Wow. Sounds pretty heavy,” I said.
“Yeah,” she said. “But it all ends well.”
Indeed it does.
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