Isn’t it amazing, the things you find when you sort through old files? I have a drawer filled with papers and documents that were my mom’s. My husband was cleaning out that drawer the other day and stumbled across the things you see, above.
What a lovely surprise for me!
These are three stories I wrote a long, long time ago. In fact, I was still in elementary school.
I wrote The Trail of Oklahoma when I was six. It’s a…wait for it…romance about a bad-boy gunslinger who gives up the kind of life he’s been living for a girl who loves him. (Note the gun illustrations on the cover, done by my six year old self.)
When I was eight, I wrote the story you see on lined paper. It’s called The Wilderness is Beckoning. It’s about a dog–I have always loved dogs–who loves his person, but runs away after seeing a female wolf and hearing her howl for him night after night. So it, too, is a romance. At the end, he gives her up and goes home to the person he loves. The lady wolf finds a new mate, but “on moonlit nights, you can still hear her mournful howls.”
The third story, laboriously typed by me (at age ten) on my mom’s Remington, is called The Girl From the Wrong Side of the Tracks. The plot: rich boy meets poor girl, falls in love with her and thus changes her life forever.
Are you laughing? Me, too.
Mostly, though, I’m smiling through happy tears, first for the mom who saved these stories (and who always believed in me) and second because my dream from childhood on was to become a writer creating stories for people who’d want to read them
Thank you for making my dream come true.