What's the rule of words? It's actually my grandmother's rule, and she taught it to me when I was probably around 8 years old. It goes like this:
"Never write down on paper what you wouldn't want to see on the front page of the newspaper".
I follow the rule still, and I write all the time. And obsess. These are my two specialties. I write as often as I can about everything I can, and obsess about everything and anything too. That's just how I roll.
So is it genetic? I write...my grandmother was also a writer, and was even published! ( yeah...she obsessed too)
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So I went upstairs to tuck my 8 year old daughter into bed this evening, only to find her hunched over a journal writing in the dark. She found a journal that I bought for her last year, and was busily writing it's first entry.
Proudly, she handed it over, and asked me to read it. It was all about her and her life as it is now.
Looking back, I see that she has always been a writer too. Even before she could swing a full blown journal entry, she would write out lists just like her mommy. Only hers were just wavy lines on paper that she would refer back to and consult all day long. (OH - it's 2pm, I have a tantrum and then some pouting scheduled...I can fit you in a little after 4pm. I only have to smack my brother on the head and then I'm free...)
I'll have to explain the rule of words to her soon.
"Never write down on paper what you wouldn't want to see on the front page of the newspaper".
I follow the rule still, and I write all the time. And obsess. These are my two specialties. I write as often as I can about everything I can, and obsess about everything and anything too. That's just how I roll.
So is it genetic? I write...my grandmother was also a writer, and was even published! ( yeah...she obsessed too)
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So I went upstairs to tuck my 8 year old daughter into bed this evening, only to find her hunched over a journal writing in the dark. She found a journal that I bought for her last year, and was busily writing it's first entry.
Proudly, she handed it over, and asked me to read it. It was all about her and her life as it is now.
Looking back, I see that she has always been a writer too. Even before she could swing a full blown journal entry, she would write out lists just like her mommy. Only hers were just wavy lines on paper that she would refer back to and consult all day long. (OH - it's 2pm, I have a tantrum and then some pouting scheduled...I can fit you in a little after 4pm. I only have to smack my brother on the head and then I'm free...)
I'll have to explain the rule of words to her soon.
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