My 13 year old grandson hates writing. Rather, he wants to play Roblox Starscape online, explore Fairmount Park on his bike, or start a confession that begins with “Imagine that …” and ends with the idea of a futuristic device. I tell him I can be a science fiction writer.
“Blue,” he growls. A blank screen or blank paper is a personal enemy.
This is tough for us, the writer’s grandparents, who have raised him and his twin sisters for the past eight years. By the way, his sister swiftly runs through her writing tasks. They may not be very elaborate, but they are exactly what the teacher ordered.
Their necessary writing began with a thank-you note. Their New Year’s birthday is just after Christmas, and their beloved relatives are generous, so it’s a big job. When I was five, I was able to write a brief note together and sign my name first. “What did you like most about this toy?” Now that they value their independence, we don’t even read letters, except to check the readability of the address. We receive feedback: My cousin said our grandson painted a picture of the Lego tank she sent. Grandma reported listing all the gifts she gave him, and Grandpa liked his letter written on a paper plane.
It may be easier to write than to speak, especially if you need to apologize. The “I’m sorry” note under the door makes me wonder about family relationships. Pandemic (And adolescent).
Oddly, our grandson writes with imagination, concrete details, and a sense of humor when he finally succumbs. When asked to compare the 2019 summer camps, he concluded:
“Each camp had good things, but in my words, Camp Sealy is better. You get a better sense of common sense, knowledge and you make more friends (” (If you know how). Every day, I wake up to the fresh scents of the forest and nature, the chirping of birds, and the counselor’s howl to wake up. “
When he starts, don’t disturb. He writes for over an hour and gets a few pages instead of the pages he needs.
It’s hard to read his handwriting, but given my own graffiti, I can usually do it. For him, the first draft is the finished copy. “Why do I have to write it again?” He growls despite unreadable handwriting, original spelling, random capital letters, and ignorance of punctuation.
Nevertheless, he finished his virtual seventh grade at Riverside Central Junior High School with a victory after reading his last project aloud in linguistic arts:
“I wake up in the house. The walls are made of the kind of wood I’ve never heard of, and there are people sitting in the fireplace and around it. The love and holiday memories I had. But this time it’s different for three people. Reason. One is that everything is real. It’s because of how everything is shaded and how you can control where your body is. Secondly, you can feel the pain in your back and the pain in your head. Last but not least, those sitting in the reclining chair in front of you are worried. He looked like that, was serious, and spoke in words that violated the rules of society, such as “I” and “I.” … ”(The ending of Lois Lowry’s grandson of“ The Giver ”was a bit off topic, but I’m still grateful.)
His teacher replied, “You may be a writer.”
I agree, because he sometimes breaks the story himself. The day the online game was banned and the next book in Jonathan Maybury’s “Rot & Ruin” series had not yet arrived at the Rovidu Library, he disappeared into the room and closed the door. An hour later, he appeared to announce with pride. “I’m writing a diary. It’s fiction. Survival during the zombie apocalypse.”
“Day 1: When I woke up in the middle of the night, I heard a high-pitched scream. It sounded very close. I took out an airsoft shotgun filled with a metal BB. I was throbbing. I was getting closer and closer. I was on the alert now. I stood up and shook my sleeping bag. The door opened. I thought, “Zombies can’t open the door,” so my friend P- I came into the room.
He shouted’Who are you? Oh, B — ??? Are you infected? “
I answered’No, why should I do that? You’re not roaming around, right? “
And you have it, a temporary happy ending to my grandson’s latest writing project. I can’t wait for the next article. Will he and his friends survive the Zombie Apocalypse? Will he keep writing? I would bet money on it.
Donna Kennedy has written flash fiction and memoirs such as “Queen of the Salton Sea: Helen Burns and Me” (Sagebrush Press, 2018) with her husband Bill Linehan. In the past, she wrote a feature article on The Press-Enterprise and taught writing at the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute and San Bernardino Valley College at the University of California, Riverside.
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