Yesterday, my son made the following announcement:
"Daddy, you know books really aren’t important."
Okay. I was a little shocked by this. This goes against all that we thought we had taught our son here at home and at school. Puzzled, I asked him to elaborate.
"Books aren’t important. What’s really important is the people around you."
You just can’t argue with that. Needless to say, I put my book down and took him out to play.
I’m feeling pretty proud of the little guy. I think all us writers need to hear this from time to time. Sometimes you need to just get your nose out of that book or your manuscript and go out and play (or at least live a little).