Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Stuck for a Good Story?

We're very excited to welcome children's author Dan Elish to the Hooked on Phonics blog. In addition to writing the Broadway show 13, Dan has written for children's television and is the author of several young adult novels, including The Attack of the Frozen Woodchucks and Confessions of an 8th Grade Basket Case.

Like most kids, my children like being read to before bed. But that never seems to be enough. After the book is finished and teeth are brushed comes the inevitable demand for a genuine, out-of-my-head, made-up story. What choice does a parent have but to agree?

As a writer, I admit to a certain pride in some of the tales I’ve come up with over the years. Most involve a rotating cast of characters. There’s Hoo-Ha Fiddly Dee (a two-headed, eight-armed dentist from Neptune) and Woo-Woo Wanda McGee (who rides a giant pink-and-purple tractor). The list goes on. And for a time, I was on a roll, whipping off nightly tales of adventure and suspense that spanned the universe.

But one night, my well runneth dry. No new planets to conquer. No new weirdly named characters. One of the joys of parenthood suddenly became a chore. To my chagrin, I found myself begging off at story time: “Not tonight. Daddy has a headache."

What to do?

It turned out there was someone who could help in my very own apartment. My spouse! “Hey!” I said the following morning, my voice quavering with excitement. “We can tell a story together!”

The next night, we put my grand plan into effect. I took the beginning, then Andrea (the aforementioned spouse) took over — and to my delight, she spun the tale in a direction I never would have imagined. The clouds lifted. I relaxed. Switching back and forth, Andrea and I supplied each other with ideas, and story time became fun again.

It gets better. The other night, my two children asked to join the storytelling circle. I started a tale of a monster invading a ballet school, my wife added a bit, and then — lo and behold — out popped the inner ham of my six-year-old daughter, Cassie. She took the ball and finished the entire thing! All Andrea and I had to do was lean back in our respective seats and listen. It was a brilliant role reversal. By the time Cassie had finished, we had both dozed off. Try it sometime.

1 comment:

Sarah Gasu said...

Thankyou so much for sharing this simple yet delightful tale. Teaching your children to tell stories of their own is something that really does make the world a better place. When my little one was actually little there was never a bed time that didn't involve a good yarn and a song or two, most nights its was easily a 1 hour ritual to get her to bed. There were times when I felt too tired or completely uninspired myself. But now 13 years on I see her as a young teenager busily crafting stories for the little ones in our community who all rush to her in eager anticipation for the next installment on her latest saga and I am so glad I took the time to foster her imagination. :)