What Are You Writing Daddy?
Nothing. Just a story.
What's it about?
Nothing really. Just a man in a taxi going to an airport. It's really boring.
Let me hear it daddy.
You want me to read it?
Yes daddy. I want to hear it.
Yeah daddy, we want to you hear it!
Liam wants to hear it too daddy.
Okay. It starts like this:
Sun shadow sun. Brief beat – shock! Train blast \ blink \ palimpsest \ night \ shadow \ rail bridge printed on the battered tarmac, every strut and lattice of the metal structure inked blue-black on the morning gold by that infinitely patient \ hurry up! \ sun
That's all I've written so far. It's a silly story. It doesn't make much sense.
The bit at the end was good daddy. That made sense. But I would do a different story. I would do it like this:
There was a little boy named somebody (you have to make up a name).
Wait, let me write this down.
There was… are you writing this daddy?
Yep, yep, I'm writing.
There was a little boy called somebody (you make up a name).
How about Liam?
Okay. There was a little boy named — called Liam. And he woke up in the middle of the day and the sun wasn't up so he said 'wake up sun!' and the sun woke up. (You can make up the rest).