Many of my friends and neighbors have told me how very smart and funny my daughter is. That's not a brag, (Okay, it is a brag) and I fully agree with their assessment. Anna is very, very witty and clever, great with words and can craft a pun that will have you laughing as you roll your eyes over it.
And if you talk to her Language Arts teacher, she'll be happy to crow about Anna's tremendous skill with the written word. Her preferred genre for writing is horror, believe it or not, and she can write stories that will leave you wide-eyed while lying in your bed at night, wondering what the hell that sound was.
So, to answer the question that some of you have asked me on occasion - yes, Anna can write. Anna can write really, really well.
But please, don't ask her to. She hates it.
Every single time she has an essay or a paper due for school, she loathes the doing of it. And she doesn't write for pleasure much. When she does, it's always worth reading, but I'm not kidding when I say this is a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence.
And as a writer myself, I see all that talent just laying there, not getting exercised, and I wish I had a siphon hose that I could connect to her brain so I could put it to use, at least.
I wish I could wave a magic wand and make her love it enough to to want to do it all the time. Imagine - a mother/daughter blogging duo! "Anna and Ellie Explain It All" or something along those lines, answering all your teenage and middle-aged and every age questions about life, about love, about which movies have the hottest guys...oh, we would rock that. We would SO rock that.
But I'm here to tell you, folks....it ain't gonna happen.
She is, no matter how often it infuriates me, her own person, and she always has been. She's grown to be an autonomous individual through her own guts and pluck and her firm insistence that I just back the hell off.
So here I am, backing off. Don't ask my daughter to write.
But if she ever hands you a story, you'll be glad you read it.