I see five days have past since I last posted. Lost interest in Bloganuary, for one thing: so much self-analysis. And I’m not ill – in fact I’ve been been feeling well enough. I’m rather spending time editing a book I wrote eight years ago. I’d like to get this done just in case the day comes when I feel too blah. I’m not expecting that, but you never know.
When my oldest grandson was in school and enthused about Hardy Boy mysteries, I offered to write one for him. At least along those lines: teens facing a challenge from criminals. However, I’ve chosen to make these young men Christians, which means a different response than chasing after bad guys and a lot of biff-sock-pow. I did one edit in 2018; now I need to polish it.
How times have changed since this series first saw the light! Both Hardy Boys got equal billing, one time you’d hear Joe’s surmising about a suspect, then Frank would be puzzled over a clue. Descriptions were limited and rarely did the writer pen more than a sentence or two about their feelings. Rather a lot of action and dialogue. I used that style; now those critiquing my story are complaining there should be only one main viewpoint/character and half as much dialogue–needs more scenic description. Sigh.
A few days back I read a post from Brian called The Power of a Children’s Book. Take a minute to read this interesting article. It brought to mind my childish effort to get other children to read what I thought was a great book.
Back when I was in Grade One I got THE UGLY DUCKLING as a present and I liked it so much. Today we’d say, “It resonated with me.” I loved how the rejected ugly duckling morphed into a beautiful swan! I wanted every child to be able to read this story, so I told my mom, “I want to give my book to the library where others can read it.”
She probably hid a chuckle and I remember her asking, “Are you sure you want to?” But I was determined, so she took me to the library and I handed my precious book over to the librarian. The lady accepted it graciously–though, come to think of it, she probably had two or three other copies of the same. If she thought I was a queer little girl, she never let on but accepted the book in the spirit with which it was given and did whatever with it to make it a library book.
I went on to make good use of the other picture books in her library–and many other libraries through the years.
Today we were at a used book store in the city and I picked up a Hardy Boys book to refresh my mind on the style. I’ve read this one before, so will donate it to the local library–if they need a copy. Or to my friend who has a Little Library set up in her front yard. Good stories are for sharing, right?
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Thanks for the shout-out Christine. Oh, I can’t wait to hear where you land with your Hardy Boy’s-related book. It sounds interesting. And I hear your frustration in what your early readers are saying and it’s good to get feedback . . . but remember you’re the writer, it’s your book. That’s such a neat project. One Christmas when my dyslexic son wasn’t showing a lot of interest in reading and was getting frustrated, I wrote him a story about a boy who saves Christmas by helping Santa nab a bad Grinch-like character who is stealing all the presents. The story wasn’t all that long, but it was a lot of fun to see his reaction. As you write, books can make a world of difference. Thanks for sharing. Love your post.
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Thanks for your comment–glad you enjoyed my childhood adventure. 🙂
I joined Critique Circle, an international site where people can submit chapters for other avid readers to critique. But there’s an obvious difference between a prairie farm boy’s VP and that on, say, a reader in an English city. One Brit had never heard of the Hardy Boys! 🙂
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I wish I’d been encouraged to read books during my childhood. I was in my 40s before I really began to enjoy them. I have a 4-year-old granddaughter who already likes books, and I write stories for her too on a blog we share! Good stories are indeed for sharing!
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Back in the day, parents tended to discourage children from “wasting time” reading because work was so valued. I know one dad who ridiculed his boy a lot because “he’s always got his nose in a book.”
I’m glad your granddaughter has a better chance — and a blog with grandpa must be really special! I was left alone a lot when I was young, so I got to read a lot. 🙂