First
things first...I'm just going to get it out of the way and say that every writer
has a den, or cave, or mountain stronghold of old first-time-for-that type work
that's probably best left unearthed. But here I am, taking the alarm coded-locks
off of that dusty bin o' old first-times. Seriously, my old grade school/junior
high/high school writing folder-of-doom literally has dust and a dead spider on
it.
My
first story writing venture was a grade school collaboration with my co-author
(and younger sister) about a pack of wolves...er, doing kick-ass things. What
those things were I don't remember. Or maybe it was dogs. Hey, so my narrative
and plot was lacking, okay? In fact, at this point I'm not even sure if the
story was really mine, or my mostly my sister's brainchild. Whatev. Point is: I
had a hand in it. I think.
After
that, in the sixth grade I decided, dagnabbit, I'ma write me a book. A whole
book. Like one of them big ones. Okay, not that big (19 single spaced pages). What followed was my first novel masterpiece diligently
typed out on an ancient Apple II E computer, and only half finished. It
involved a little brother and sister duo named Joe and Sarah Shmoe (yeah, I
thought I was hilarious and punny then too) trying to find out their father's
Top Seekret job—obviously creating time travel. The kids get rocketed in time
into the super-duper distant future and
another planet that was inhabited by a cast of mythological creatures all
looking for the Chosen Ones. Guess who those were. It also involved a roc-bird
guide, a family of four-fingered centaurs, an Eeevil queen dragon and her
reptilian henchmen, and some weird explanation as to why having five-fingers
was going to fulfill some mystical prophesy involving five powers.
Yeah,
even then I was genre-hopping like a game of Frogger. (Or Joust. Remember
Joust? Atari 4 Eva'!)
My
first finished draft of a novel actually didn't happen until college. I have a
lot of half-assed, confusing novel starts until then. But college is where I
got serious about this writing dealio. So in the midst of reading 300 page
treatises on blah blah blah Hemingway blah blah blah math and stuff, I found
time to devote a 500 word-per-day goal to my novel. Somehow I didn't go insane.
It starred a prejudiced-against-magic young knight forced to work with a dark power-hungry
sorcerer and a desert nomad warrior/lurv interest in order to stop
body-stealing demons from taking over humanity. Oh, and the title was Relics of Blood. Cliché? Maaaaybe a
little. Still, there are some non-cliché bits to it that I'm still quite proud
of and will likely recycle in the future.
My
first ever (and currently only) short story that was submitted to mags, also
garnered me my first (and only) rejections. It was also my first attempt at writing
a humor bit. So all around my story To
Reign in Purgatory was a fist-bump of awesome firstness. I received a lot
of good feedback from the places I submitted to, so it reminds me that getting any feedback at all is a good thing.
Plus, one editor comment I received pretty much sums up what my friends tell me about
my humor to my face*, "This is funny, and sharp, but it overplays the
pop-culture angle."**
For
funzies, here is the first paragraph to my first ever novel attempt by little
sixth-grade me:
Sarah
Shmoe was packing her backpack, and getting ready for the last day of seventh
grade, when she heard a guitar playing a soft melody coming from her little
brother's room. Then unexpectedly the music slowly started to crescendo into a
heavy metal crash.
Yes,
I still have it...
*actually
all of my friends are imaginary
**I
guess I should take out that previous Atari reference...because then that leads
in a downward spiral toward the unasked for Street
Fighter II reference, and before we know it there is pop-culture chaos and
not-so-subtle bomb dropping mentions as bad as Princess Peach throwing a turnip.
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5 Comments:
**imaginarycomment**
I'm pretty sure it was about a dog and cat lost in the woods that got caught up in the politics/wars of the forest. Still sounds pretty awesome, if you ask me.
Ah, that sounds right. I'd forgotten about the dog and cat. It sounds like we were writing the Dune version of Cats & Dogs...
(Un?)fortunately, my old banker's box of awfulness that was my earliest handwritten writing was lost in our 2010 house fire.
I can only remember the trite, overbearing writing, but am spared actually reading it or sharing it with anyone. :)
You are much braver than I.
@Lisa
Actually, every now and again I pull out those 19 pages and I cringe. But it's a nice reminder of just how far I've come, and still have yet to go.
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