The Dorkness

[rissymonster]

My youngest brother (who just turned thirteen) has been writing a series of stories--entitled The Darkness--for the past few years.

We've encouraged the writing impulse, because that's cool, but let's just say that the writing is pretty standard 11-13 year old boy stuff. Lots of fighty mc-fight-fight, confusion of character names, characters named after video game characters, and bad spelling and grammar. So, in reading various installments, Bobsquatch and I have admittedly found ourselves clutching our sides and howling with laughter (never in front of the kid).

So J and I were talking (with me joshing him a little) about the latest installment this evening, and he mentioned that I wouldn't be laughing at him when he sold his book and earned "thousands of dollars."

Me: Well, if you wrote a comic novel, I could laugh.
J [earnestly]: Yeah, but my book's not funny.
[Me: inserts fist in mouth, as lil bro jabbers blithely on]

W00t! And despite being all teenagery, one of the first things he wanted to know was if I'd come see his basketball game two Saturdays hence, when I roll into NYC the weekend before our sister's wedding. Aw.

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[cybersattva.livejournal.com]

I'm sure the rest of your post was very interesting, but I'm afraid I just got to the part where the Goobermensch had turned thirteen and died.

Welcome to my world

[rissymonster.livejournal.com]

Thirteen, 8th grade, and as tall as me on my last visit (last month), so probably taller than me now. Kinda punky, but still mostly a sweet good kid though.

Of course, all of this will pale when I (hmm, we actually) hit 40, and he's 21. Thanks mom and dad! I'm fully prepared to spend the year in a haze of booze and women.