It hurts when your parental pearls of wisdom come back to bite you in the booty. chomp!
I cannot tell you how many times I force the kids to take a bite of something they hate eating. It's not like I put a heaping pile on their plates or anything, but I do make them try it. My hope, of course, is that they'll eventually learn to like it.
A couple weeks ago we were having sloppy joes and my eight year old declared she wasn't eating that. She got one anyway, with a stern warning to take a bite. Her bite was miniscule. Seriously, it looked like maybe a bread crumb was missing from the corner. Maybe. Eventually she took a bite and liked it! Ahhhh, parental victories are few and far between.
It seems since I decided to start writing, I've been trying all kinds of new things and it is surprising to find how many things I've been resisting all these years that I like! When did I stop following my own advice about trying new things?
I got about 3,000 words in last night. I'm pleased with that progress, but more pleased with the happy accident that occurred. I had put a little nugget in Chapter 2 that I was thinking of taking out because it didn't seem to serve any purpose. I was writing who-knows-what-chapter last night and that little tidbit I put in there for no particular reason serves as the perfect clue for what just happened last night. I wish I could take credit for my brilliance and foresight, but it really was just a bit of luck.