Apparently, I’m weird. Okay, Okay I’m not talking about the little blue alien living in my computer. I’m talking about real-life stuff.
Have you ever had someone tell you that your life is implausible, and would never happen?
I’m writing a MG Contemporary, and to keep myself from going off the deep end and blowing stuff up, or having a sea dragon pop out of the ocean, I am grounding the story in my own personal experience.
This is how I found out I’m weird.
I have critique partners telling me that no kid could sail a boat on their own.
I grew up living in a house on the water. We sailed every weekend. We went fishing for our supper. My father loved the water and everything having to do with it.
We all learned to sail from the time we could walk and get a life-jacket slapped onto us. Now, that’s not to say that I, personally could have sailed a boat. I much preferred to catch fishies and scoop up crabs. But my brothers and sisters could sail, and not just small Sun Fish sailboats. Big sucker sailboats. But apparently, my family is weird.
I was also told that a mother that is afraid of the water would not allow her family to be totally in to boating, leaving her discluded from family activities.
My mom could not swim. She was terrified of the water. Did that stop us from living five steps from a dock with boats? Umm, No. It was a very rare occasion that she would step foot on the docks, and even more rare for her to get on a boat, but she did it for my dad once in a while. (But he had to go really, really slow or she’d scream bloody murder)
So Mom and Dad were weird, too.
I suppose I am a product of weirdness.
Everyone says write what you know.
This is what I know.
But apparently what I know is weird.
Have you ever come across this? —
People thinking something you’ve written is implausible just because they were raised differently?