Undercover musings
Feb. 2nd, 2006 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryYou have to love irony, especially when it ensures that the day after you write a post about how nobody’s done anything about the water leak in your front yard and driveway, a whacking great truck bearing a digger and two men to work it turns up and promptly fixes said leak. It was an absolute delight to walk out to the car today and not have to wade through a stream of water.
But aside from musings on irony and delight at a dry driveway and yard, I’ve been thinking about the way I used to read as a child and the way I used to want to be a writer for young adult. I suppose these ponderings have been inspired by the Premier’s Reading Challenge and my browsing through the pages of the ambassadors and occasionally visiting their websites. Yesterday, I was recalling the way I used to read in every spare minute of the day and deep into the night. I hope at least kids today still like to hide under the covers at night with a torch to keep reading long past their bedtime. Of course, now I can read as long as I want or at least until my Timothy gets cranky and starts poking me in the leg and telling me to turn off the light, otherwise I'll only get two hours' sleep.
This naturally led to thoughts of my not-so-distant desires to be a young adult author. This is not to say that they've vanished, simply that I've made an attempt to start writing for myself, rather than anybody else. If these stories-for-myself turn out to appeal to a young adult audience, then that's all well and good. However, for some reason, I suddenly felt like writing a story for kids. There I was, covering one of the books in my pile of Millions of Books to be Catalogued, Processed and Covered by Last Thursday, when the desire suddenly hit me. I don't know what the story will be about, only that I'd like to write it as it's been a long time since I wrote a story for a young audience.
I think it could be fun.
However, I also think I should work on final drafts for Ever Again and the Nunnery story so I can start circulating them.
Thank goodness it's Thursday - the last day of my working week. It looks like I have a lot of writing to do this weekend.
But aside from musings on irony and delight at a dry driveway and yard, I’ve been thinking about the way I used to read as a child and the way I used to want to be a writer for young adult. I suppose these ponderings have been inspired by the Premier’s Reading Challenge and my browsing through the pages of the ambassadors and occasionally visiting their websites. Yesterday, I was recalling the way I used to read in every spare minute of the day and deep into the night. I hope at least kids today still like to hide under the covers at night with a torch to keep reading long past their bedtime. Of course, now I can read as long as I want or at least until my Timothy gets cranky and starts poking me in the leg and telling me to turn off the light, otherwise I'll only get two hours' sleep.
This naturally led to thoughts of my not-so-distant desires to be a young adult author. This is not to say that they've vanished, simply that I've made an attempt to start writing for myself, rather than anybody else. If these stories-for-myself turn out to appeal to a young adult audience, then that's all well and good. However, for some reason, I suddenly felt like writing a story for kids. There I was, covering one of the books in my pile of Millions of Books to be Catalogued, Processed and Covered by Last Thursday, when the desire suddenly hit me. I don't know what the story will be about, only that I'd like to write it as it's been a long time since I wrote a story for a young audience.
I think it could be fun.
However, I also think I should work on final drafts for Ever Again and the Nunnery story so I can start circulating them.
Thank goodness it's Thursday - the last day of my working week. It looks like I have a lot of writing to do this weekend.