The White Lily (
thewhitelily) wrote2016-06-13 10:09 am
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Flash Fic For a Five Year Old
So my eldest said to me last night: I can't believe you're actually a writer of stories, mummy! I told him anyone could write a story, maybe he would like to write one. What would it be called? He said he needed to think about it, and then told me, that's the title! I need to think about it! And then he wandered off to do something else, so...
Well, flash fic happened on the whiteboard, for him to see next time he passed. Reading primer is quite a restrictive style, but I think I rocked it. :D

Well, flash fic happened on the whiteboard, for him to see next time he passed. Reading primer is quite a restrictive style, but I think I rocked it. :D

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my wife often says that the reason why people think they can't do stuff is it isn't covered in school. "everyone's forced to write for years in school, so everyone can write SOMETHING. they've done it before, they can do it again. but no one's forced to draw or compose music in the same way..."
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Hmmm, doesn't always work that way. I left school after being forced to write, draw, and compose in various compulsary private school electives, convinced that I couldn't write, I couldn't draw, and I couldn't compose. And that I would never, could never enjoy any of those things. Now, I do all three to varying degrees of competence. On the other hand, the arts I did at home because I wanted to: sewing, woodwork, piano, etc., I always understood that any point at which I was dissatisfied with my skill would get better with research and practice, and I ended up decidedly above average in all of them, to the point where I designed and sewed my own wedding dress, built my own Tetris shaped bookshelves, etc. But that understanding that practice creates skill was crushed out of me by trying to produce art-for-assessment.