Showing posts with label kid writing. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 9, 2014

Creative Writing With Your Children

By Lacey Gunter

I have yet to try writing a serious piece of creative fiction with another author. I hear it can be rewarding, but difficult. I have written many technical academic papers with coauthors and I imagine the process is similar. The level of creativity and ideas for ingenuity and problem solving can be dramatically improved with multiple authors, but getting everyone to agree on a final idea or draft can be tedious and frustrating.  So attempt it at your own risk.

This picture has nothing to do with my post, but I found this little guy slithering around in my backyard yesterday. Isn't he cute!


However, I can recommend a coauthoring experience that I found to be both rewarding and delightful. My 8 year old son recently suggested that he and I write a story together. A few days later I attended WIFYR and heard literary agent John Cusick say we should take the time to write something just for the joy of it without the pressure of having to market it or share it with other people.  That sounded like the perfect idea for writing with my son.

So after WIFYR, my son and I sat down and wrote a story together. I let him direct who the main characters should be and what the plot was about and then I added all the little details and fanciful writing. He thought it was great because the story turned out much better that he felt he could have done on his own. I thought it was fun because I felt no pressure to make the story more marketable, so I was free to follow his creative juices where ever they flowed. The experience gave my son greater confidence in his writing abilities and it renewed my love for writing. Best of all, it brought my son and I closer together.

So if you are bored with your kids on a Saturday, give it a try.  If it doesn't work out, you could also just go hunt for baby snakes in your backyard. ; )
 

Friday, June 10, 2011

From the Brain of a 12 yr old Twin

(PS--Don't judge a writer by his picture. I'm much more devious than I look)

Hello. My name is Daniel Chesley. I'm not a Mormon Mommy, but I have a Mormon Mommy--Cheri Chesley. She's kinda busy this week since we're all out of school, so I hijacked--um--borrowed the computer so I can share some of my writing today.

Ready? Here we go!

My teacher, when I was still in school, gave us a creative writing assignment. Silly teacher. He has no idea what he started. I'm the son of an author, for crying out loud!

Caution!


This story has two funny words, but the main thing is:
1. If you are 10 or under,
2. If you hate ghosts or zombies,
3. Or monsters,
4. Or people being buried alive,
5. Or tragedies,
6. Or death at all,
Then you can NOT read this!

In how I rate things, this story is rated: NARFCUT, or,
Not
Actually
Recommended
For
Children
Under
Ten

Happy Reading!
R.I.P.—The previous reader of this story, hee hee.


The Story

“Ooh! A book! I love to read!” Sally opened the book. “Well, it’s not exactly a book, but I can still read.”
The Words said, “If you read these papers, you’re doomed!”
“Well, these words are absolutely not nice.” She continued. “You forever are to be cursed because you have to read! You’re the victim of the story!”
Sally immediately viewed a swarm of cockroaches crawling everywhere on her skin, eating at it.
“Eww!”
Sally found after what could probably be five minutes, she was in a graveyard.
All of the sudden, this ghostly figure came up, grabbed her ankle and tried to drag her into its . . . . grave!
“Help!”
She pulled and tugged, then the figure let go of her ankle. That figure scurried on its bony hands and knees to the nearest hiding spot. That swarm of cockroaches was coming! After her! The only difference was, the cockroaches were ten times bigger than before, and they were starving!
“So there! This is how it ends! Eaten by giant monster cockroaches! Resplitterating ones!”
When zombies came out of the ground, they wanted to eat Sally as well. After the zombies and cockroaches came close, two guys and three girls came out to her rescue. They weren’t much help. A ghost came up and strangled one guy to death, monsters came up too as the ghost went down and ate two girls. The other guy and girl were eaten by the cockroaches.
Sally was alone. All the monsters, zombies, and cockroaches attacked at cone, but so much happened, that the whole story, this antagonist, yes, I’m reading the antagonist, it photoplinkeritized.
Sally was back in the attic, then, after the monsters she saw, the fright she felt, the death she witnessed, she never read the attic’s books again.

Glossary

Resplitterating: V; to look at hungrily while drooling
Photoplinkeritize: V; to dispose of yourself; suicide

Now that you heard this story, “prepare the funeral, Bob!” That was my line.

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