While working on my novel in November I heard from an old friend I haven’t talked to since 3rd grade (that’s 1988 if anyone’s keeping score). The friend contacted me because he dug up an old story I wrote and gave to him before he moved away. Rather ironic, considering that I was in the midst of writing a novel. Check out page 1 and page 2.
The story is called “The Nervous Noodle” and it has about as many typos as my novel. But hey, I was in 3rd grade. It’s kind of a morbid little story really. I had quite the imagination in 3rd grade. That was the year I wrote the classic FX-77 Spacefighter as well as a massive, multi-part story involving all my friends and the best treehouse ever. Every page was a new part and most of the story involved me cataloging all the cool stuff we had in the treehouse.