As I was trying to think of something to post today, I decided to steal an idea from my youngest daughter, Sara, concerning a topic she’s planning to post on her blog. (Stealing ideas is okay among family members, isn’t it??) She does a little blog off her Facebook page, and if I do say so myself and as a totally biased reader, she does a pretty good job! It’s mostly her take on the world and her opinions, but as her mother, that doesn’t come as a great surprise to me...she’s been stating those since she was a toddler!! *g* But I regress.
Here’s what she plans to write about—what it’s like for a child whose parent is an author. It started me thinking about the things my children have been subjected to over the last few years and how they might view those things from their perspective. And I came to this conclusion—although it’s not unusual for a kid to think their parent is a little on the odd side, especially if said kid is under the age of 35, I do think children of writers probably have a little more room to talk than most.
Case in point—earlier this week I had a phone conversation with one of my critique partners, Tammy Siler Jones, concerning the preliminary plotline for a new “Jess McConkey” book. Both Sara and her sister were present in another room and overheard part of the conversation. Specifically, as related to me later by Sara, when I said to Tammy...”Nah, I don’t think he’s going to get axed in the head. I think his throat will be slashed instead.”( Seriously—what kind of mother, other than one who’s a writer, talks like that??? Personally, I don’t even want to contemplate the answer to that question!)
Did their jaws drop in shock? Nope, she said they both laughed and then began a discussion of “Mom's weird conversations.” And thinking about the last few years, they must have had plenty to discuss. I can’t begin to count the number of times I’ve brought up murder and mayhem in one way or another. (According to Sara, her sister’s favorite is the one she overheard as I questioned, via the phone (again), a medical examiner concerning how many days it would take for a body to float to the surface of a lake given a 54 degree water temperature.) And then there were the occasions where woo-woo became the topic as we passed around the mashed potatoes—seeing it through their eyes, I’m lucky they haven’t called the men in the funny white coats to come and cart me away!!!
All joking aside...I truly am lucky. My children have accepted my career choice, and me, with grace and humor. Yeah, they may think Mom is a little crimped around the edges, but they love me anyway!
Can’t wait to read what Sara has to say about it...I think!
That’s all for this week—have a good one and see you next Thursday!