A funny thought

When I was a kid, my parents used to call me Chatterbox. Because I could talk. A LOT.

(Still can, still do. Just ask Andy.)

Sometimes my rambling was so bad that my dad would say, “If you can’t tell a story in two minutes or less, then I don’t want to hear it.”

And yet I still grew up to be a novelist.

9 Comments

  1. Well, you can look at that a couple of ways. Your dad was interested in helping you hone your ability to tell a concise, structured story. This skill enabled you to grow into a successful novelist. Or, what a jerk! What kind of a parent wouldn’t cherish the ramblings of an excited child telling a story?!

  2. Oops. My parents called me the same thing. Unfortunately my father was more patient than yours, or, more likely, had a highly-developed ability to tune out but make it appear he was listening, and so I still have this problem with being long-winded and rambling.

    Kind of like this comment, which is probably already longer than your post. Again, oops.

  3. Trisha-
    Can it be both? Lol.

    Sonje-
    Oh, you might be surprised. I wasn’t a trouble child by any means, but I wasn’t a perfect angel. My mouth was usually the source of my troubles.

    Les-
    HAHA I love that phrase! Never heard it before but it’s great.

    Amanda-
    LOL well it was a short post. But yeah, I think my mom did a lot of tuning me out. I can’t blame her.

  4. …and I feel your dad’s pain. (with my 10-year old). I do think it’s karma for my own chatty self. Perhaps his “guidance” to two-minute stories is what sparked the idea of “crafting” stories, as is the novelist’s job.
    …love this post!!

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