Sunday, August 31, 2008

My son the writer


That's right, folks! The little guy has just finished his first book and I got an autographed copy. Not a thriller, to my disappointment, but I should probably be relieved he's not thinking about psychopaths at this young age. It's called "The Little Bat" and it's one of those open-ended stories where the reader decides on the ending. I think he was sweating over which ending to choose, so he just cheated. Now, the ingenious lad brought a new concept into the literary world. You do not write a book, work on illustrations, and then publish it. No! No! No! First you have to make the book yourself. Get out the paper, scissors and stapler. Now you gotta remember that you write text on one page, just a line or two, and a picture on the other page. Get it? As you're writing the book make sure you ask mommy how you spell every single word in the damn story. Mind you, mom's have nothing better to do with their time, and if they say they're busy, don't believe them. Punctuation? Forget about! Saramago is not into punctuation either and he won a Nobel Prize. And then....give it to your mom first cause she'll burst into tears, hug you like crazy (that might hurt a bit) and tell you that it's going to be a besteseller. And most importantly, make sure she pays for the book because, after all, you're in it for the money.

Cheeky little bugger did make me cry and then made me pay €5!


2 comments:

lub said...

Share it!

Martha@A Sense of Humor is Essential said...

Love it! What a cutie pie and what a great idea with the ending.