So just randomly, I recently met a friend who is into writing short stories and we got talking. It reminded me of when I was a kid and decided I was going to write a novel. We're talking about year 2 or 3, so fairly little, and I was into crime fiction (namely Agatha Christie) at that time... still is, but anyway, my first "novel" was a crime fiction novel... of a 7 year old.
I kept it all the time, through the move from Singapore to here, though embarrassing it may be. I took it out last night just to have a flip through it, and I can still remember most of it. No surprise, the work itself was very immature, with spelling mistakes galore and grammatical errors on every page (even though I was considered quite a good writer back then). One thing you can't fault though, is the creativity of a child. It is absurd, at some parts cliche, at others, simply "what on earth?!" moments. I finished the first book and never finished writing the second, but I was smart enough as a kid to leave the second book at a cliffhanger.
It will never be finished of course, because now my thoughts are different and somehow, after going through another 15+ years of life, it's impossible to think the same way a kid does again. Somehow, I find myself wondering what happens next in the second book though... damn kid.
Gotta keep the kid alive, somehow, even though I can't finish her story.
