As a young child I was forever jotting down random attempts at the beginnings of grand stories but I can still remember to this day the first writing project I saw through to completion. It was an epic tale of good vs evil entitled Lucy and the Lettuce Monster (please note the sarcasm).
Aged six, I grabbed a wad of A4 paper and folded the bundle in half, stapling it down the middle to create the template for my masterpiece. By hand I then wrote and illustrated the entire tale myself; guiding readers (or more accurately, my mother) through the riveting journey of a young girl who discovers to her horror that on a seemingly normal night, dinner is to be a bowlful of lettuce (not a salad I hasten to emphasize, just lettuce). As if that is not traumatising enough for poor Lucy, the clump of lettuce soon comes to life and so begins a heart racing chase throughout the family home before some crafty thinking leads our heroine to vanquish her tormentor once and for all through use of a vacuum cleaner. Our story ends with a rather smug Lucy using the phone to order herself a pizza in celebration of her hard fought victory.
Remembering this ‘book’ gave me two main thoughts. Firstly, isn’t the imagination of a child the best thing ever? And secondly, I wonder if anyone else can remember the first thing they ever wrote. So to any fellow writers, bloggers, poets or otherwise; do you recall your earliest creative endeavours and more importantly, are you brave enough to talk about them publically?