Memories of Childhood Writing.
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misslj_authorFebruary has been a rollercoaster month so far, and we've only just started it! I was thinking about my writing, specifically about No Quarter which is out soon (omg, so excite!) and about how proud I am of that book and the books that follow it that make up the series. Even though I'm only a quarter way through writing book three, I'm still thoroughly enjoying this universe I've created and the characters and their stories. They are all eager to tell me their stories, and I foresee there being quite a lot of pieces set in this universe to come. It's almost like my comfort food of writing. Does that make any sense?
So while I was thinking about this, a memory from when I was a very little LJ came to me and I laughed and laughed for a while, that fond nostalgia laugh. It amused me so much that I wanted to blog about it. And hey, look – a blog post that isn't a promo link or a Six Sentence Sunday or a Thursday Thirteen!
Anyway, when I was very young, around 10 years old, I think, although that's a long time ago and I can't be sure that's how old I was, I wrote a story about a magical horse and his friends. I know I was in primary school at the time, because I remember a/my handwriting was *dreadful* (not that it's much better these days!) and b/I didn't wear a uniform to school – uniforms were for high school.
I remember I got an A for this story, which was written in an A5 size notebook with a dull grey cardboard cover. It's odd the details you remember. I remember showing my mother this story, because I was proud of my grade and because I wanted her to read my amazing skills as a storyteller (aged 10). Mum read the story and said it was very good, and then asked me about a part of it.
Naturally, I can't remember how the exact conversation went, but I remember the gist of it, which is as follows.
Mum: This is very good, LJ! But, why is Magical Horse Character calling 'ooo'?
Little me: 'Ooo'? [I was confused. I didn't remember writing anyone saying Ooh or ooo.]
Mum: Yes, right here. [She showed me what I'd written.]
Little me: OH. That's not 'ooo'! That's 0 0 0 – triple zero, to call the police!
Mum: ...I knew that.
Because our emergency call number is triple zero (911 in the US), it was easy to see how mum got 'ooo' out of '0 0 0.'
It gave me a giggle, remembering that. I think that's the earliest memory I have of my writing. That and the story I wrote about Humpty Dumpty in Australia, with Mr. Dumpty wearing a corks-onna-string-from-the-brim hat – like this:
This is not to be confused with the awesome that is the Australian Akubra hat, which is this:
The things we remember from our childhoods!
So while I was thinking about this, a memory from when I was a very little LJ came to me and I laughed and laughed for a while, that fond nostalgia laugh. It amused me so much that I wanted to blog about it. And hey, look – a blog post that isn't a promo link or a Six Sentence Sunday or a Thursday Thirteen!
Anyway, when I was very young, around 10 years old, I think, although that's a long time ago and I can't be sure that's how old I was, I wrote a story about a magical horse and his friends. I know I was in primary school at the time, because I remember a/my handwriting was *dreadful* (not that it's much better these days!) and b/I didn't wear a uniform to school – uniforms were for high school.
I remember I got an A for this story, which was written in an A5 size notebook with a dull grey cardboard cover. It's odd the details you remember. I remember showing my mother this story, because I was proud of my grade and because I wanted her to read my amazing skills as a storyteller (aged 10). Mum read the story and said it was very good, and then asked me about a part of it.
Naturally, I can't remember how the exact conversation went, but I remember the gist of it, which is as follows.
Mum: This is very good, LJ! But, why is Magical Horse Character calling 'ooo'?
Little me: 'Ooo'? [I was confused. I didn't remember writing anyone saying Ooh or ooo.]
Mum: Yes, right here. [She showed me what I'd written.]
Little me: OH. That's not 'ooo'! That's 0 0 0 – triple zero, to call the police!
Mum: ...I knew that.
Because our emergency call number is triple zero (911 in the US), it was easy to see how mum got 'ooo' out of '0 0 0.'
It gave me a giggle, remembering that. I think that's the earliest memory I have of my writing. That and the story I wrote about Humpty Dumpty in Australia, with Mr. Dumpty wearing a corks-onna-string-from-the-brim hat – like this:
This is not to be confused with the awesome that is the Australian Akubra hat, which is this:
The things we remember from our childhoods!
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Date: Sat, Feb. 4th, 2012 11:06 am (UTC)In a related blast from the past, I took the cover off the typewriter today and did a few pages, just for fun. Crap, badly spelt and typed and ghoing nowjhere, but it was fun to hear and feel the click of the keys and there's nothing like the carriage return lever to make you feel you should do something. I seem to recall writing a story about a disembodied, vengeful hand when I was 10, but I don't have it anymore. I must thrash around and scan some of the old stuff in case I lose it on the next of my moves.
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Date: Sun, Feb. 5th, 2012 02:16 am (UTC)I can't remember the last time I used a typewriter. A looooooooong time ago, that's for sure!
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