What are you doing, Mommy?
Writing my book.
What chapter are you on?
Mm, eight, I think.
*reading over my shoulder* Something brushed against…. a house!
No, not a house.
*rustles paper* What’s this?
It’s a map of my city. PLEASE don’t lose it.
What’s this? And that? And, oh, this says “shops!”
It’s a road called King’s Way. PLEASE be careful.
What’s your books about, Mommy? Is it about six hundred marchers, marching across the sea??
No, it is most definitely NOT about that.
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Last night, I spent a long time mentally rearranging the remaining scenes in Part One. Today I noticed a set of scene cards I’d tucked into my revision folder the last time I’d worked on SoR (many moons ago). When I flipped through them, I found that I had already done the work of arranging scenes for maximum benefit back then. Doh! This is one reason why I shouldn’t wait so long between iterations!
On the plus side, my handy dandy index cards tell me I have only seven more scenes to go for Part One. Left Brain likes marking progress by scenes so much better than by by page numbers.
Got to love him. Still at an inquisitive age. 🙂 Cherish it.
Wait until he is a teenager. Can’t get a word out of them while they are teenagers.
Yep. Even when he exasperates me, I’m glad that he loves spending time with me and is so curious about what I do. 🙂
Mine too!
Love his comments. Maybe you ought to write a short story about 600 marchers marching across the sea. Uh… Later. Much later. 😀
I’m going to save the idea for him to write. His idea, his story. 😀