Anywho, I asked Kid D if I could share one of her stories on my blog. She turned me down flat. I begged, I cajoled, I gave her puppy dog eyes. Nada. Her decision was firm.
I sat and pondered her cute little face and asked,"Why not?"
She said, "I'm embarrassed."
I told her I wouldn't use her name.
She shook her head, still firm.
I was stumped. After all, intellectual property is serious business, and she owned it. I complained to my hubby that his daughter wouldn't grant me usage. He urged her to let me post it. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
I told Kid D that I wanted people to read my stories. Heck, I wanted people to pay me for my stories.
A small smile tickled the corners of her mouth, and a glint appeared in her eye as she said, "No one pays me for my stories."
You guessed it, I bought her story. She's walking around the house two bucks richer, and I have the goods.
Here it is complete with illustrations. The light pencil scrawl is hard to read, so I'll provide a typed translation. (Without the 1st grade spelling. )
The corn maze was tricky! In one path there was a dead woman! There were scary decorations! The corn maze was scary!
Don't you love the dead woman in the box? And, yes, I asked about that. There really was a "dead" woman at the corn maze they went to for the class Halloween field trip. Personally I'm relieved because that means I don't need to get her counseling.
I'm also proud as a bag full of onion rings over my youngest's first published story. I can see great things ahead for this budding writer. Can't you?