Recently we had back to school night. The children drew pictures of their summer vacation and wrote about it. Someone went to Italy. Someone went to Chicago.
Did my child write about day camp or maybe going to the beach?
My child wrote about how she and her older sister went to Unicornland.
I’m not sure the teen knows they went to Unicornland over the summer.
I certainly didn’t know they went to Unicornland this summer.
“She’s so imaginative,” someone told me.
But I got the feeling that some of the other parents thought it’s a little more than *just* tot imagination. No, it’s because her mom is a (gasp) fiction writer.
I’ve hear it all before.
When the tot told my elderly aunt about her imaginary friend Bobo the Vampire giraffe that eats old people.
When the tot spoke of zombie unicorns, mermaid vampires, and dragons who explode, while at school.
Okay, so maybe normal tots haven’t developed their own mythologies about wereseahorses. Or have penpals who are fictional Vampires. The tot also recently told an author at a book signing that she was really a faery (and props to said writer who whispered back "I believe you.")
But it’s not necessarily because I’m a writer
(well, maybe it is.)
Is it really such a bad thing?
I love the tot’s imagination. When I need a wacky idea or hit a problem in a WIP, she always has ideas for me. Granted, they’re not always what I’m looking for, but they always give me a laugh. Why can’t worm farmers enter “sexy man contests” anyway?
Though she hasn't grasped yet that it's not "just" a story, if you're going to give your characters pink eyes when the story is set in our world you have to give it a reason.
But she has time to learn all that "stuff."
Also, she supports me as writer. She gives me (incredibly funny) plot lines, she shows bookstore employees where my book will be on the shelf, and she told me that I don’t suck as a writer—“not anymore, mama.”
Who could ask for anything more?
I love the tot’s overactive imagination regardless of whether it’s because of who she is or because I’m a writer.
Who knows what stories *she’ll* write one day.
When wereseahorses are the next big thing, you’ll know who started it.