My daughter Hannah is super-cute and creative… and more than a little mischievous. She also loves her big sister Abigail, but the two struggle to get a long a lot of the time. Some times they play wonderfully together, and other times it seems like everything one is doing is an attempt to irritate the other.
Yesterday morning was particularly bad. Right from their first waking moments, Abigail in particular was being a bit of a bossypants, and if I had to guess, it hurt Hannah’s feelings quite a bit. At least, if the story she wrote is any indication:
Here’s the story in an easier-to-read format:
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom and the prince wanted to marry princess Hannah and he wanted to defeat Queen Abigail because she was evil. The evil Abigail had eaten the nice Abigail. The prince took…One of the guards gave him a sword and he killed the evil Abigail and the nice Abigail was freed. Princess Hannah got her nice Abigail sister back and she got married because everything was fine.
They went on a ride after they got married. It was the horse merry-go-round. Then Abigail and Hannah went home and played with their toys in their room until their mom and dad came home and gave hugs and kisses and lunch to their children and then did TV. Then they had resting time together. And then they went on another ride and lived happily ever after.
Hannah’s story reminds me of something incredibly important for writers: our stories reveal our hearts. No matter how much we try, we can’t help but put ourselves on the page.
Also, when it comes to plotting, Hannah has scope creep, big time.