I work with kids too, sometimes. But I think the sibs have it easy. Their kids aren’t imaginary.
I spent today staring really hard at a wall, my bookshelf, the screen door, and the lights above my desk (two regular bulbs, one twisty fluorescent power saving bulb, one burnt out bulb), all while trying to figure out what a certain pretend kid needs (psychically) that can only be provided by a babysitter from an alien dimension.
I got notes from the producers on my first draft on Monday; and several people from my writer’s group sent in notes as well. So I have a rewrite due in a few days. But that can’t be done with knowing about this kid’s personal needs.
Shell can interview her kids and watch their behavior to figure them out.
That’s what I do, too; but what happens when the kid won’t talk or act? Just sit there waiting for me to tell him what to do, as if I’m supposed to know?
(Actually, I’m guessing Michelle has encountered the same problem.)
If Mark has trouble with a kid, he can just make ‘em do extra laps. (I know this to be true; I have listened to Bill Cosby.)
Maybe I should make my make-believe kid do laps. Maybe I should change the babysitter into a gym teacher. Yeah, there’s an idea!
So now I have a kid doing laps, and a gym teacher that fulfills his needs in an unknown way.
Back to work.
The kid. The kid. The kid. Maybe I should replace that bulb. Does being twisty really save energy? Right, the kid…
And so it goes…
Just my thoughts,