Last week my boys pulled out my old laptop and were looking around on it (you know, because Windows 95 so retro!)
My oldest son, who has lately become very addicted to Star Trek -- he's such a fanboy, found an old Star Trek story I wrote for a contest. His comments: Wow! How cool. I didn't even see the end coming.
Of course it took a few minutes to catch up to his babbling because I'd forgotten the story and he had to refresh my memory.
My younger son then started to read the story. His comments: So?
So? That's all! I'd gone from one end of the spectrum to the other. So I sat down with Little Thing 2 and asked why he had this reaction when his brother had been all fanboy starry eyed and actually impressed with his mother.
Little Thing 2 proceeded to tell me that The Three Books had quality writing and a better hook. He said I'd grown as a writer since doing the Star Trek story. Of course, Little Thing 1 wouldn't know about that because he rarely reads things I write (with the exception of my Doctor Who fanfic, which he wishes I'd do more of).
Ah, such is the life of a writer, desperately trying to get the public to know what you're doing now!
