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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