So today has been a day spent sorting through the paper chaos that has piled up through the years. Sometime ago, I just stuffed most of my work into plastic boxes to be sorted through sometime in the future–I never really did get around to doing that until today.

In one of the boxes, I found a number of spiral and bound notebooks from my highschool days. Stories written in longhand which made me laugh. I didn’t realize just how much I’d written back in the day. I’m still looking for the notebook that contains a complete draft of my first attempt at a novel–it was a historical romance, written in long hand over a number of weeks.

In the meantime, I’m sharing a photograph from one of the notebooks. It just tickles my fancy to be able to do that here. I know, the English is flawed, but I was in highschool when I wrote this.

I think this was a story about a fish. Something I may rewrite for the kids when the mood arises.