I present to you, my first elementary school published book, written in grade 3:
Too Many People in the House
Sadly, I don't know how to use Flash or what program would have the best page turning program. Maybe I'll have to make it into a PowerPoint or something... Suggestions for my future posts? Anyone?
And yes, those are review quotes at the end of the book, some by illustrious teachers!
I think the most interesting thing about this story is that the wife thinks two guests trying to escape the rain is too many people in the house. Apparently, I wrote shrewish female characters at an early age.
I am especially proud of my drawing and naming of Tiggy Tiger.
Once upon a time, when I was in elementary school, part of the curriculum involved getting the kids to write and publish their own stories. Some of the best books were even put into the school library's circulation.
It was quite an achievement to complete and bind one of these fully-illustrated, hand-written tales, and then get to read them to the class (or have the teacher read them to us.) Digging through my collection, I discovered I'd published seven works of fiction and one non-fiction in elementary school; a collection of poetry, a children's book and a comic book from high school writer's craft; and two French assignments, both in elementary school. There were also a number of other bound assignments not pictured above that I was nonetheless proud of. I think the whole spiral binding process was something that inspired me to become a writer. There was nothing like the cha-chunk of the perforator, or choosing the color of the binding rings to make it a "real" book!
Over the next little while, I hope to share with you some of the horrors that were my earliest works. Why? Because all writers start somewhere and I like to bring a giggle to you now and again.
So, which book do you want to read first? Leave a comment below!
For more of my juvenile works (age 6 and up), look under the Flashback Friday category.
Loveable is the official Valentine's day heart in my world, apparently. Look how cute he is with his daddy heart and all his friends.
(Working on a trademark now...)
Look at that pterodactyl. Masterpiece.
Note also that my cavemen were so smart, they didn't just invest the wheel--they made a whole wagon in one go!
So if I'm not in food worlds, I'm in restaurants in the real world. Was I a hungry kid or something? (For the record, my parents fed me plenty.)
Pretty sure R. L. Stine had a book about this...
I'm pretty proud of that horse I drew. Look at that articulation. I learned that from my best friend, Teresa, whose sister Cathy taught her. She was one of the most popular storytellers at school, and her books about super-pegasuses and horses were even put into circulation at the library. So thanks, Teresa and Cathy, for putting me on this track.
I didn't know it at the time, but those malformed apples would be the beginning of a post-nuclear holocaust dystopian YA book.
Actually, that's a lie. But you can go ahead and steal that idea, as long as you acknowledge six-year-old me in the credits.
Fact: I was not raised with religion of any kind, and only had an inkling of the complexities of good and evil. Apparently, I believed the lord favored the Zoran...which probably makes me a six-year-old blasphemer since he's constantly dressed as the devil.
Note the tiny green "lord" on the cloud.
Also note that I didn't get a sticker or praise from the teacher.
Verily, Zoran was the deivele. (Funny story: Zoran and Cindy dated briefly in high school.)
Also, my ice cream obsession continues with abandon.
My obsession with desserts started very young...which just makes this extra sad since I developed an intolerance to dairy. *sniff*