Believe me, I've tried. So many times. To the point where you can't hide the bruises beneath a shirt anymore. (take that how you want to take it as)
The thing is... He /doesn't/ support my writing. I've let him read countless pieces, for lack of better word :), ... and he's put them all down.
I also believe writing isn't stable as a career. Unless you're able to write Twilight or HP...it's going to be difficult, right? But, aren't foolish, stupid, silly dreams part of growing up? (...Yes. I am still /growing up/ and younger than I may seem. Or not.)
He /hates/ it, that I spend so much time reading and writing and on the computer. (He checks my history, checks what websites I've been on, set up a blocking program, has an shortshortshort internet limit on the computer, and everything else in between. Luckily, I'm smarter than he thinks. And his passwords are easy to catch.)
It's not important, to him, to anyone in my family besides the cousins. Math and Science. Science and Math. Playing an instrument, being well-rounded, getting into Harvard or some other Ivy League college...
Ah well. Not every family is perfect, right?
:) I read all of it. Every word. And it makes me want to believe. Truly, really hope for a day when my dad can understand me.
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Re: 8D
Date: 2010-11-19 02:31 am (UTC)The thing is... He /doesn't/ support my writing.
I've let him read countless pieces, for lack of better word :), ... and he's put them all down.
I also believe writing isn't stable as a career. Unless you're able to write Twilight or HP...it's going to be difficult, right? But, aren't foolish, stupid, silly dreams part of growing up?
(...Yes. I am still /growing up/ and younger than I may seem. Or not.)
He /hates/ it, that I spend so much time reading and writing and on the computer. (He checks my history, checks what websites I've been on, set up a blocking program, has an shortshortshort internet limit on the computer, and everything else in between. Luckily, I'm smarter than he thinks. And his passwords are easy to catch.)
It's not important, to him, to anyone in my family besides the cousins. Math and Science. Science and Math. Playing an instrument, being well-rounded, getting into Harvard or some other Ivy League college...
Ah well. Not every family is perfect, right?
:) I read all of it. Every word. And it makes me want to believe. Truly, really hope for a day when my dad can understand me.