I told Kavi I was…

I told Kavi I was writing a book for kids her age, and she wanted to read it, and I told her I already had plans to change the only chapter I'd written, but she wanted to read it anyway, so I said okay, so she read it. The book is about a girl who gets to have a whole day to be naughty. (Although I am going to change 'naughty' to 'mischief'.) And then Kavi came to tell me:

"It's pretty good, but you mostly write about the girl, and you might want to write more about the brother, because he's pretty funny. Also, something should go wrong, so the story will be exciting." And, "Would you like me to write up some more suggestions, and ideas for how she can be naughty?" And I said sure.

A little bit later, Kavi brought me this:

Page 1: General suggestions:

- talk more about her brother
- have the "naughty day" go wrong
- add a picture of the family with the girl in front
- have the brother need the opposite of a "naughty day"
- her brother gets a restraining order

Page 2: Ideas for bad things she does:

- she throws mud balls at the neighbors
- she cheats on homework
- lie about school grades
- she ignores her brother
- she colors all over the piano
- she pranks her cousin with a water balloon
- she sneaks out of the the house
- she composts plastic

Asking your child to critique your work is a bit harrowing.

Also, those ideas! This may not have been the wisest book topic ever.

One thought on “I told Kavi I was…”

  1. OK, this is fascinating. Why does she even know about restraining orders? Do you realize in our generation composting probably wasn’t even a thought in our head and composting plastic in the 70’s probably wouldn’t have struck anyone as wrong? Changes in culture.

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