That’s a lot when you’re a six- or seven-year-old writer. Probably the most fascinating thing about Lauren’s story is that she already knew how long it was going to be: 15 pages. What Lauren knows and likes finds its way into her story. Her life has routines at bedtime and cake and ice cream for birthdays. Lauren loves Disney movies, especially fairy tales and stories with princesses and princes in them. Lauren’s story shows what she knows-and it tells us some interesting things about writing and the writing process. She has now finished it, and I think it ends “happily ever after.” That’s as far as the story went that I got to read. They have interesting daily routines such as saying good night to each other at the end of every day. Ges is a nice girl, and the family is a happy one, except that they don’t have any food (well, except for birthday cake and ice cream). It is a story of a poor girl named Ges who lives with her parents in a faraway time and place. Her writing stopped at the top of page 11 the other pages had page numbers on them but nothing else written yet. She brought me a sheaf of papers numbered from 1 to 15. But she let me read what she had written so far. When I was last at my daughter’s home, I asked Lauren if I could read her book. First is the title: The Never-Lasting Love. So, no big deal.Īctually, Lauren’s book fascinates me.

And about the writing, they know I have books published, but Lauren, the seven-year-old, is writing a book of her own. They know teachers, and, although they like their teachers, teaching is not anything special. I actually think their grandpa added those extra details in talking to them once-and I think they thought it sounded much more interesting than what I really do: teach and write. So, I’m apparently off the job right now.

(I don’t know if I could even make the hike up there!) They told her my job is to protect it and keep it white. When she asked what I did here, they said I took care of the Y.

My daughter heard them telling their other grandmother that I worked at BYU (even though she already knew it). I’m afraid that if my two oldest granddaughters could see me here today, they would be a little disappointed.

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