Time Machine!
I pulled out all the old notebooks, flist! All of them! I wanted to reflect fondly on how far my writing has come since I started that first novel (*cough* soap opera *cough*) in 9th grade. Presented for your perusal, with supporting images (the images are actually huge and can be clicked for easier reading), I give you my oeuvre!
( What follows isn't good, but it might be funny... )
( What follows isn't good, but it might be funny... )
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The little I put onto paper before my own Tragically Flawed Novel has long since been lost to time & hurricanes, fortunately. I mean, "darn".
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