If you find yourself in the wrong story, leave. Or give the book to somebody else. I didn’t make that up. I read it somewhere, in someone else’s story. I just woke up with that cantering through my (now sufficiently medicated!) sleep-deprived brain.
I’ve always been able to eventually leave the wrong plotline. Sometimes it takes me a while because once I start a book I insist on finishing it, no matter how terrible it is. Sometimes I can recall how horrid a book was, yet somehow remember it fondly, while other times I can easily forget I ever read it at all. There are many books of which I have entire paragraphs committed to memory, word for word. There are entire genres I will never go back to. There are genres I know I can never put down.
When you become a mother or a father you could write your own book the day the first one is born. It could even be crappy writing, but a book, nonetheless. If you are lucky enough to have three children spanning fourteen years, you have enough material for an Encyclopedia set. (For those 80’s kids out there, that used to be the Internet)
Having been writing about Ash almost daily for months now, I remember why we parents were supposed to keep “baby books” and keep them updated. We forget so much. I did great for Lily for a year. I did great for Blaise for about 8 months and I didn’t do so much for Ashton. I was too overwhelmed. I’m sure Ashton has more baby pictures due to the iphone and the crash of our computer and loss of so many Lily and Blaise photos. I wish I had thought of blogging (did blogging exist?) when Lily and Blaise were little.
There are a couple of stories I would like my older children to have been spared, both their own and mine. I wouldn’t dare blog about them now. They would throttle me. So, many times I have wanted to change their plotlines, but the stories in their young lives had to reach their own endings and new beginnings. And when you are a child, you don’t always have the power to leave your story. I know this from experience.
I am experiencing this now, with Ashton. He can’t just choose another book off the shelf. He has to turn each page and finish each chapter no matter if we all think the book is too old for him. We will come to the end of this rather poorly written book and choose an easier read next time. We will not pass this book on to another child. We will burn it.