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Writing Update

On the writing front, I've been super busy with work, so I still have to finish writing Twenty-One and get started on Haunted House Style as my first new project for 2020. Work must come first, but as soon as I wrap up my current assignment I'll get back to my own writing.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but my daughter is writing her first novel. She's been working on it for about a year now, and has 40K finished. It sounds a bit like an epic fantasy when she talks about it (which isn't very often) and I'm trying not be nosy. When I was her age I wouldn't show anyone what I was writing, and I still remember the horrible nerves I got the first time I sent a manuscript to someone more famous to read (StarDoc, as it happens.)

If/when she wants me to read the book, I then have to decide if I should. I'd love to, of course, but I may not be the right person to do that. It might be better for her to get feedback from someone who didn't give birth to her. I love her and I want to encourage her, but I'm also Mom.

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nightsmusic said…
I was never able to give the girls input on anything. Book reports, clothes, didn't matter. It would invariably break down into 'you're my mom, I need someone who doesn't know me' even though the book reports were great and the clothes were too cute. Maybe waiting for the published outcome would be better.
January 23, 2020 at 3:59 PM
Maria Zannini said…
That's tricky. On the one hand, you'd be a kickass beta reader and reviewer, but on the other hand, you are mom. Sometimes advice, even when it's expert advice is still hard to accept when it's coming from mom.

And to top that, it is her first novel, so maybe getting a review from another mentor might soften the blow a little. We all tend to be a little too attached to our first novel.

January 23, 2020 at 4:22 PM
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