Featured, a custom designed house with an interior tree and a post-apocalyptic buttress. By L.
L came home yesterday and announced he had begun his magnum opus, called…. er…. maybe, “Red Eyes in the Night.” He explained it was a horror story (this from the boy who still nearly faints at the sight, description, or even mention of blood) and he had conquered Ch. 1. He told me that the secret to writing a successful horror story is to “add as much detail as possible. That’s very, very important.” When I asked why, he said, “details make the reader feel like he’s IN the story.”
He told me that the second chapter would start with a simple sentence: “Meet me at the dock.”
“Doesn’t that make you curious? Aren’t you just dying to know what happens?”
He also said this was the first book he was truly committed to finishing. He then asked, “how old do you need to be to publish a book?”
M: “There are no age limits.”
L: “Wow. Seriously? Okay, I’m going to really make it the best it can be and see if I can get my book published.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him I could make (and publish) the book for him. Better to have him shop it around, and see what kind of movie deal he can secure.
L is intent on being an artist. Having grown up wanting to be an artist (and somehow actually making a living at something very creative), my heart stops when I hear how passionate he is about this endeavor. The expression “starving artist” sounds romantic. It’s not. And, of course, I’ll support whatever he loves.
As long as it’s legal.