I was thinking about starting a writing club at the library I work at in an attempt to get more people to come in. Last week, my co-worker, G, heard about it and told me she is taking a creative writing class. She said she wanted me to read the stories she has written for her class assignments and critique them. The professor keeps sending them back and 'hurting her feelings.' I told her I didn't feel comfortable with doing it, but she insisted. She said I wouldn't hurt her feelings because I am such a great person. She also kept asking me if I knew of any publishers that were accepting children's stories because she wanted to publish them.
She brought her stories in on Thursday and told me to take them home and read them. I tried to get out of it, but she refused to take no for an answer. I read the first page and knew I was in trouble.
The names, plot, grammar, spelling, and descriptions are horrible. She is overly descriptive in places where it isn't needed and then doesn't give enough when it is needed. The language she uses is outdated. She said the story is for kids ages 9-14, but the tone of it makes me think it is for four-year-olds.
The plot, is (highlight): Annabelle Adorable, 10, is a cub reporter with the local paper, Joyful News. She goes to pick up her friend, Cleaver Deaver, 6, so that they can go to the mall and Cleaver can buy a pair of cowboy tennis shoes with horses on the side and a picture of a cowboy on the toe that 'are the rage among the younger set.' Oh, Annabelle drives a hot pink, Go-Mobile. When A picks up C, he has a bag of his favorite snack- roasted peanuts. A notices smoke coming from C's neighbor's house. A wants a story, so she tells C to stay in the car, calls the fire department using her hot pink cell phone that she got out of her hot pink purse, and goes to investigate the fire. Neighbor says it is a kitchen fire, so A returns to find C missing. A follows a trail of peanut shells the 'six or eight blocks' it takes to get to the mall. A finds 'the lost one' at the mall, asleep on a bench. She wakes him up, tells him he shouldn't have wandered off, he cries, and they go buy the cowboy shoes he wanted. End of story.
A is only with the neighbor for less than two minutes. She is driving her go-mobile car- she should have easily caught up with C since he was walking and eating shelled peanuts the whole 'six or eight blocks' it took for him to get to the mall. Can the average ten-year-old fit in one of those motorized toy cars? Do you know of any ten-year-old girls that are friends with five-year-old boys? :
There are a few more stories, but I haven't brought myself to fully read them (I just skimmed them), but I could tell they were just as boring as the first.
I really don't want to hurt G's feelings, but her stories are terrible. G is old enough to be my grandma and she scares me sometimes. I don't think I am going to do the writing club after all. How should I go about telling her?
She brought her stories in on Thursday and told me to take them home and read them. I tried to get out of it, but she refused to take no for an answer. I read the first page and knew I was in trouble.
The names, plot, grammar, spelling, and descriptions are horrible. She is overly descriptive in places where it isn't needed and then doesn't give enough when it is needed. The language she uses is outdated. She said the story is for kids ages 9-14, but the tone of it makes me think it is for four-year-olds.
The plot, is (highlight): Annabelle Adorable, 10, is a cub reporter with the local paper, Joyful News. She goes to pick up her friend, Cleaver Deaver, 6, so that they can go to the mall and Cleaver can buy a pair of cowboy tennis shoes with horses on the side and a picture of a cowboy on the toe that 'are the rage among the younger set.' Oh, Annabelle drives a hot pink, Go-Mobile. When A picks up C, he has a bag of his favorite snack- roasted peanuts. A notices smoke coming from C's neighbor's house. A wants a story, so she tells C to stay in the car, calls the fire department using her hot pink cell phone that she got out of her hot pink purse, and goes to investigate the fire. Neighbor says it is a kitchen fire, so A returns to find C missing. A follows a trail of peanut shells the 'six or eight blocks' it takes to get to the mall. A finds 'the lost one' at the mall, asleep on a bench. She wakes him up, tells him he shouldn't have wandered off, he cries, and they go buy the cowboy shoes he wanted. End of story.
A is only with the neighbor for less than two minutes. She is driving her go-mobile car- she should have easily caught up with C since he was walking and eating shelled peanuts the whole 'six or eight blocks' it took for him to get to the mall. Can the average ten-year-old fit in one of those motorized toy cars? Do you know of any ten-year-old girls that are friends with five-year-old boys? :
There are a few more stories, but I haven't brought myself to fully read them (I just skimmed them), but I could tell they were just as boring as the first.
I really don't want to hurt G's feelings, but her stories are terrible. G is old enough to be my grandma and she scares me sometimes. I don't think I am going to do the writing club after all. How should I go about telling her?



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