Of course, SUMMER OF CHANGE never saw the light of day. That is until Mom found it a few years ago when she and Dad were cleaning out the attic.
Even to this day I get embarrassed when I think about it. It's not just that the writing was so bad or the plot stolen--it was just so...so...
Melodramatic.
And so exactly what a thirteen year old girl who had no brothers but who had watched The Outsiders a billion times might fantasize about. I wrote it by hand on loose leaf paper and bound it with twist ties. The whole thing was probably less than ten thousand words.
Unfortunately, embarrassment got the best of me that day, and I threw it away without even rereading it. At the time I considered becoming a published author to be a childhood fantasy and had abandoned it for more solid pursuits like being a wife and teacher. I'd give anything to have it back though. Because, you see, that little thirteen-year-old writer-me had something this forty-year-old one doesn't:
Courage.
That's right-the thirteen-year-old me was BRAVE. She wrote uninhibited. She didn't worry about having a great opening line or believeable dialogue or whether or not she was revealing too much backstory. She wrote with passion, thinking only of how her story made her feel. Never doubting that the world would love it.
I miss that girl. I've been trying to revive her lately. Trying to write first and think later. It's hard. Fear is my greatest enemy.
What about you? What's the first "real" thing YOU wrote? Was it a short story? A novel? Did you let anyone read it? Or did you hide it away, embarrassed by its candor? Tell me. I'd love to hear about it.
In the meantime, I think YouTube's got a clip of Ponyboy and the gang getting ready for the rumble...



