I Wrote A Children’s Novel With My Son
It started off as a joke. Actually, there were multiple jokes involved. About a year ago, my then eight-year-old son thought it would be funny to tell me his latest collection of disgustingly funny jokes.
Q: What’s black and white and red all over?
A: A sunburnt zebra.
Q: What’s brown and white and red all over?
A: Poop disguised as a sunburnt zebra.
I countered with my own fart-themed joke.
Q: What’s silent but deadly?
A: A ninja’s fart.
We then got into a joke competition, of sorts, with each joke out-stinking the next. Until I had a light bulb moment.
“Hey, why don’t we write a whole joke book together?”
It seemed like a great idea until we had to think of more than ten toilet jokes. Then we kind of got bored with it all. Until we started talking about aliens. Then it went in a weird direction.
Actually, it went in a fabulously disgusting weird direction. And that’s how our mother-son novel writing began.
Actually, that’s not true. My son and I have written other stories together, but this is the first one we finished.
Now we’re seeking to publish it, which is a whole new challenge for us, as we have never had any work previously published.
My son has eagerly sketched the characters and some key scenes so that we could describe them in great detail in our chapters. He’s a talented artist, and at first, we were planning on him doing all of the illustrations for our novel.
However, once my son realised how many illustrations were involved and that he’d have to draw them all by himself, he decided he’d rather focus on the writing part.
Now that we’ve finished writing our first novel, we’ve started the second one in the series. We still have some editing to do with the first novel, but we realised that I enjoy editing more than my son does.
So, while I edit, my son provides scenes and ideas for the second novel. I do most of the typing, and he does most of the, “no, that’s not how it’s supposed to go.” It’s a work in progress.
Here’s to the future and to what it may bring for our novel. Hopefully, more disgustingly funny toilet humour.