more details here<\/a>), the oldest started asking if I could get his stories published. I explained that I was having a tough enough time getting my own stories published, and that I was going to wait on his for a bit.<\/p>\nEver since then, the kids have been discussing exactly why their daddy doesn’t have a book published.<\/p>\n
Last week, this all came to a wonderful climax. My oldest (the 7-year old) had given me a hand-written story, carefully printed out over both sides of a piece of paper. He stood and watched as I read.<\/p>\n
“What about my story?” he asked. “Do you like it?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah,” I said, handing him the paper back. “It was great. Absolutely fantastic!”<\/p>\n
\u00a0“Huh,” his little brother said. “Why don’t you use his story then? I bet they’d publish it.”<\/p>\n
“No,” the big guy said. “You can’t! You have to write your own story!”<\/p>\n
“But why not?” the five year old asked.<\/p>\n
“Stop!” I said before anyone got too upset. “I don’t need to use his story. I’ll write my own.”<\/p>\n
“Are you sure?”<\/p>\n
I forced myself to smile. “Yes. It wouldn’t be right to use someone else’s story. You have to write your own.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah!” The seven-year old said sternly. “You have to write your own.” He turned to me. “But you could get it published for me, right?”<\/p>\n
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