It's not that I planned on my daughter becoming a writer or anything. It's just that I assumed, well, it might be a possibility. It being in her blood and all.
Dad and Mom, both writers. The girl was doomed.
And okay, so maybe, just maybe, when I was considering baby names, I thought about how hers might look on the cover of a book. The name would have some gravitas for it to work. I just didn't think anything too cutesy or sexy will set her up for a possible place on the best seller's list. Lacy was clearly out.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So yesterday was our first parent-teacher conference at A's preschool. We got to view her art "portfolio" among other things. And then the teacher presented the book that A had written and illustrated.
"It's about a princess," The teacher said. Surprise, surprise. We nodded and smiled at the pink scribbles on the front cover. "Want to read it?"
Of course we did.
It went like this:
"Once there was a princess. She died."
Okay. But it continued.
"And then there was an airplane. It fell out of the sky and broke. The end."
"Well," I said to my husband later. "Clearly she is more of a plot-driven writer than a character-driven one."
"Should we be worried?"
"Nah. Maybe she's more of an action/adventure type writer."
He looked at me.
"It's fine. So she'll appeal to more commercial markets that way."
A writer is born.