Honesty, thy name is kidlet.

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Kids are disgustingly honest. They don't understand the concept of the 'little white lie'.
And my kidlet (9) is no exception to the rule.

The other day she brought home a book and said, "Mom, you've got to read this book. It is sooo funny!" The book was called FALLING IN by Francis O'Roark Dowell. I glanced inside it, but didn't really get much further than that. It was a school library book and she turned it in the next day.

Anyhoo, I had to ask, "So was it as funny as my stories?" She'd read LOST LEPRECHAUN LOOT the serial blog story I had written for St. Paddy's day.

"Mom, your stories aren't funny."

Ouch. That hurt. After I yanked the knife from my heart. Blood gushed all over the place because the worst thing you can do with a penetrating object is to remove it. :-) But not only that, I realized that I had just failed with my targeted audience. Even at this age, their opinion of writing is subjective. Some will like certain styles, some will not.

Lesson learned. Never ask your kid whether your stuff is funnier than a published authors. But I will always treasure her comment after she did read LLL. "Mom, I forgot that you wrote this."

As of this posting, I've written 13,622 words since May 1 on book #3 in the series. A series that I don't seem to have a hope of ever selling. *shrugs* Oh, well, I'm enjoying writing it.

Write on!