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Sep. 14th, 2006 07:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
person4I had a revelation as a writer today. It's kind of strange how exciting that is, even when the revelation itself isn't really all that interesting.
I have the start of a children's fantasy novel on my computer. Not something I'm seriously working on, just something I pull out from time to time when inspiration strikes, or when want the freedom of working on something I don't need to worry about anyone else seeing for a long time, if ever.
Today I was putting a little bit of work into it, and it suddenly struck me: I've wanted to write a book ever since I was, like, six, but I've realized today that what I really want, more than getting it published or being liked by readers or anything like that, is to write a book that my little brothers will read.
Neither of them are readers. The first books they read for pleasure since they were in second grade, found out they're learning disabled, and decided that that meant that they were too stupid to read, were the Harry Potter series, and they didn't get into those until after the third book was out so they would've been fourteen or fifteen. The younger one has gotten a little more into reading since then, but the older still doesn't often read anything else.
If I finish writing this book, print off copies for them, and they finish it and enjoy it, I think I could just delete all traces of it without trying to get it published and, even if I never finished another one again, I'd be perfectly happy just with that.
It's... a very freeing realization. Plus, nice just on the "Wow, I didn't realize I loved my brothers that much" level.
I have the start of a children's fantasy novel on my computer. Not something I'm seriously working on, just something I pull out from time to time when inspiration strikes, or when want the freedom of working on something I don't need to worry about anyone else seeing for a long time, if ever.
Today I was putting a little bit of work into it, and it suddenly struck me: I've wanted to write a book ever since I was, like, six, but I've realized today that what I really want, more than getting it published or being liked by readers or anything like that, is to write a book that my little brothers will read.
Neither of them are readers. The first books they read for pleasure since they were in second grade, found out they're learning disabled, and decided that that meant that they were too stupid to read, were the Harry Potter series, and they didn't get into those until after the third book was out so they would've been fourteen or fifteen. The younger one has gotten a little more into reading since then, but the older still doesn't often read anything else.
If I finish writing this book, print off copies for them, and they finish it and enjoy it, I think I could just delete all traces of it without trying to get it published and, even if I never finished another one again, I'd be perfectly happy just with that.
It's... a very freeing realization. Plus, nice just on the "Wow, I didn't realize I loved my brothers that much" level.
