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How To Be A Writer (or: What should you do to help your child pursue her dreams of becoming a writer?) by M. Molly Backes.
Read this. Especially if you have a child that wants to write. A snippet:
First of all, let her be bored. Let her have long afternoons with absolutely nothing to do. Limit her TV-watching time and her internet-playing time and take away her cell phone. Give her a whole summer of lazy mornings and dreamy afternoons. Make sure she has a library card and a comfy corner where she can curl up with a book. Give her a notebook and five bucks so she can pick out a great pen.
[...]
Let her fail. Let her write pages and pages of painful poetry and terrible prose. Let her write painfully bad fan fiction. Don’t freak out when she shows you stories about Bella Swan making out with Draco Malfoy. Never take her writing personally or assume it has anything to do with you, even if she only writes stories about dead mothers and orphans.
(Miss M has poached our old typewriter. And today announced that for her birthday she wants typewriter ribbon and a laminator. I'll never not cherish the randomness of children.)
Read this. Especially if you have a child that wants to write. A snippet:
First of all, let her be bored. Let her have long afternoons with absolutely nothing to do. Limit her TV-watching time and her internet-playing time and take away her cell phone. Give her a whole summer of lazy mornings and dreamy afternoons. Make sure she has a library card and a comfy corner where she can curl up with a book. Give her a notebook and five bucks so she can pick out a great pen.
[...]
Let her fail. Let her write pages and pages of painful poetry and terrible prose. Let her write painfully bad fan fiction. Don’t freak out when she shows you stories about Bella Swan making out with Draco Malfoy. Never take her writing personally or assume it has anything to do with you, even if she only writes stories about dead mothers and orphans.
(Miss M has poached our old typewriter. And today announced that for her birthday she wants typewriter ribbon and a laminator. I'll never not cherish the randomness of children.)