I do lead a small and simple life. I have three kids, a house, a dog, and a husband. Pretty basic, but as opposed to the above statement, most of my life reminds me of something that should either should be a book or turned into a lifetime movie special. Check out the similarities.
Now, what makes a good book. It is the job of the writer to draw in the attention of the reader through some sort of emotional connection. The reader should be anxious to turn the next page, or in my life live the next day.This is how I wake up every morning... always wondering what the day is going to bring and how I am going to deal with it. Here is a list of my life as a book
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Well-developed characters:
Husband: He is patient annoying and frustrating, but that is okay because I love him that way.
Ben - I would like to say that in my pre-kids days I envisioned myself like Marmee in Little Women: the wise, loving lead of a feminine brood. This came to a shocking hault with my first born. I was scared silly about the task at hand; I imagined wildness, loudness, adoration of trucks, and risk-taking behavior that would end in visits to the ER. I knew in my heart that boys were surely the tougher gender to raise, but 9 years later. While it is true he is all boy, he is also a momma’s boy and I love every moment of it.
Audrey – And the opposite of all boy is Audrey. She is sweet simple and sassy. She is all pink.
Emma- She is the daredevil and mini-genius.
Action: A good fiction book needs to be filled with action.
We got action, serious? Yesterday, Audrey walked into the laundry room to find a mouse. All the girls screamed and jumped on the counter while Ben jumped up to grab a broom. We have stair falling, dead invisible men, and a house full of chaos and terror.
Great Plot: The writer keeps the reader guessing right to the end by using surprising, realistic plot twists. Just when we think we know “who did it" – bam – a new twist creeps up and a story involves more.
So I put the girls in the bath yesterday. Simple process, I went and finished making the beds and picking up the rooms. Took the kids up, lathered them in lotion and then Emma started to scream. My 4 year old had decided she was going to shave her arm pits, stomach, legs, and arms… great combination with the lotion. She still has razor burn.
Possible Titles??
Curse you Lysol why do you look like my Hairspray!?
1 comment:
Great Post!
I have 3 kids- older now- but all boys. When they were younger I spent my day either at the ER or tyring to follow them close enough they didn't tear down the house....
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