My son's first full length creative-writing story...

I helped him type most of the content but I did not fully edit it. I felt that it was important to leave the story in his own words, as much as possible. Even some of the spellings are his own creation (he likes to make up new names for characters.) I will add photos when I can get some of his drawing scanned into the computer. Also, another warning, he is really into fart jokes and his favourite author is Dav Pilkey.

Potty pants

this is the story of Potty Pants and how he was created.

One night, in space, on Underwear World, undies fell from the world and onto Earth. It landed on a super poor person. It gave him super powers and now our hero protects this city.

One night in space, a small robot was created by aliens. And one day on that planet small robot turned evil and went to Earth to destroy it. He controlled a big robot. Potty Pants was 14 by then. He knew about the robot but never saw it. The robot's name was Ghattacue. Ghattacue's strength was spikes and dropping small versions of himself.

May is here...

A lot is happening this month. We have Slut Walks, Mothers marching, and protests worldwide. As you can see, I have not gotten any closer to my goal of completing my writings. The words are in my head, waiting to be transferred into data (I am still waiting for a brain to computer recording device), but when I am at the computer, I just stare at the screen or browse Facebook. I am researching articles for use in upcoming legal proceedings so I am accomplishing something, I hope, but my brain is in a bit of a fog lately. Maybe it's the stress, maybe it's something in the air, or maybe the timing isn't right? When I write, I draw my inspiration from my environment (the people I meet, places I go, and various other influences.) I have not been truly inspired in many months. I believe that is partially due to my lack of stimulating travel, I just can't afford to go anywhere to unwind or seek excitement. The droll of existence does not lend to a creative flow.

I am trying to get back into channeling my thoughts more constructively but it seems to be a slow process. I am at a point where I need to decide how each story will end, waiting for one story (non-fiction) to reach a point of closure, and I must sit down and tidy up each story so it's ready to share. Presently, I am helping my son with some of his stories, in a later post I will share something he has written for those interested in childhood writings.

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