Our family has a tradition in which my wife and I bury some \u2018treasure\u2019 and some time after Christmas the children find it.<\/p>\n
A couple of times, we\u2019ve led them to the treasure via maps and clues, but last year, accidentally, the kids found the treasure before we\u2019d done the whole map \u2018n\u2019 clue thing, and their excitement was wildly greater than it had been in earlier years.<\/p>\n
So this year, we aimed to follow that same basic template. The kids had already searched our garden and found nothing. They didn\u2019t grumble exactly, but their disappointment was there.<\/p>\n
Then, yesterday, Nuala and I led them up the road for a walk. It wasn\u2019t a treasure-hunt, just a chance to walk in some rare January sunshine.<\/p>\n
On the way out \u2013 nothing.<\/p>\n
The light started to fade. We began to return home. As we did so, one of us saw a single gold (chocolate) coin shining from the mud on the verge.<\/p>\n
Had that coin been there before? The kids weren\u2019t sure, but no, it hadn\u2019t been, I placed it there while they were running ahead.<\/p>\n
They started to inspect the site more carefully and saw a second coin gleaming from a nearby tree.<\/p>\n
We adults did the adult thing: warning that someone had probably just dropped a coin, it probably wasn\u2019t really chocolate, none of these things really meant anything \u2013 but then one of the girls found a spade leaning up against a tree, a sure sign that there was digging to be done.<\/p>\n
With a little bit of guidance, they found the right spot \u2013 a place where the ground ivy could be simply brushed aside and some clean, bare soil exposed. The kids were, by this point, almost leaping with excitement, except that the tremble of the impending discovery kept them almost hypnotically glued to the spot.<\/p>\n
Then they started digging, made a mess of things, and asked me to help. I plunged the spade into the earth and we all heard the soft thud of a spade hitting up against a hard object in the soft earth.<\/p>\n
Tabby, the older girl, then scraped away enough soil to expose an old metal box with yellow markings. At this point, the kids were literally jumping and screaming. Tabby had to hand me the spade, so she could jump and scream too.<\/p>\n
We levered the box (an old army ammo tin, bought from eBay) out of the ground, brushed it off, opened it \u2013 and found a mass of gold coins, more than 100 of them.<\/p>\n
And in all of that, it occurred to me that the whole adventure was a kind of story-making. The very faint grumbling discontent that this year, no treasure had materialised. An evening walk in end-of-day sunshine. A quiet, domestic ordinariness on the journey out \u2013 nothing to rouse suspicion. Then, on the way back, a tiny sign of something unusual. A sign repeated by that second gold coin in the tree. A sign affirmed, emphatically, by the presence of a spade. Then a frenzy of action \u2013 characters responding to their story situation \u2013 and the genuinely thrilling moment when spade thumped box,<\/p>\n
For almost all of us, and perhaps for literally all of us, the appetite for story begins in childhood. My kids are aged 6 and 8, which is about the peak for make-believe play of all sorts. The world just shapes itself into story at least as easily as it shapes itself into an adult-style, empirical conversation about reality.<\/p>\n
And it occurred to me that, if we\u2019re writing for kids, it\u2019s blooming obvious that we need to write those finding-treasure type scenes. We need to generate the sense of wonder, of discovery, of the quotidian breaking into the magical.<\/p>\n
But isn\u2019t that also, and equally, the case when we write for adults? If you\u2019re a crime novelist, doesn\u2019t the discovery of a corpse offer something like the same kind of thrill? Even in properly hi-falutin\u2019 literary fiction, isn\u2019t there a demand for something like that moment? The moment when, in Atonement <\/em>for example, a lewd letter is misdelivered, when ordinary consensual sex is mistaken for something darker.<\/p>\n I won\u2019t say that every published book out there has those moments, or even that every successful book does. But they nearly all do and they probably all should.<\/p>\n I think alive in all of us, as readers or writers, is the desire to re-stage and re-encounter those moments of magic. Unlike the kids, we know it\u2019s fake, but we don\u2019t care, we just want that feeling repeated.<\/p>\n And, for us as writers, I think that means we have to be honest about discarding some of our adulthood when we write. Of course, to get by in our complicated modern world, we need to reason, and study evidence, and build a picture of reality as it is. But as writers, we just have to drop some of those attitudes, or loosen them.<\/p>\n We need to allow ourselves the moment of watching a spade plunge into earth believing, that yes, really, there\u2019ll be treasure beneath.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Our family has a tradition in which my wife and I bury some \u2018treasure\u2019 and some time after Christmas the children find it. A couple of times, we\u2019ve led them to the treasure via maps and clues, but last year, accidentally, the kids found the treasure before we\u2019d done the whole map \u2018n\u2019 clue thing,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":32,"featured_media":6704,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29292],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-harrys-friday-email"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n