Last night I took out the bound journal I bought him (like they sell at any major bookstore) and gave it to him. It's spiral bound with a cool Japanese print of a crashing wave on it and has lined pages on one side and a blank page opposite side. I said, tonight, I want you to start writing a story. You can write Ben 10 (which he loves) and draw illustrations on the facing page. You write your stuff and I'll write my stuff. So after dinner he says, Mom, get your laptop, its time to write. Off we go to climb in my bed and we discuss plot, how Ben 10 episodes start, what usually happens, etc. and how he wants to start his story. For the next 45 minutes, he writes and draws and I write (I don't draw *g*). He reads me his two pages (hey, it's slow but it's progress) and then he asks me to read mine.
Hmmmmm. I'm finishing up a SPN fic. (it's off to beta and should be posted tomorrow, btw). Anyway, it's heavy angst, heavy whump, which isn't exactly kid friendly. And if anyone has read my stuff, you know I don't shy away from the more adult language. So I'm struggling to find something, anything I can read to him. Finally, I scroll up to an early flashback scene and with much filtering read it to him. Cool, you can read more to me tomorrow, he says.
And I'm silently cheering. Hopefully he'll write a few more pages tonight. And in a few years, who knows, maybe he'll be posting to ff.net himself. *VBG*