A very early story
I wrote a ton of stories when I was a kid. At one point my mom apparently collected a bunch of them and sent them to my aunt Florence. In the mid-Eighties I got a package, opened it, and felt like I was in Twilight Zone. There was writing, with my name on it, that I didn't recognize, at all. Turned out my dear cousin Sara Rohr had copied the stories and sent them to me. However it is only recently, for this project, that I managed to get through most of them.
Basically they're godawful, just cringeworthy. I think they were written when I was about 12. It's like watching a fledgling at the brim of the nest, one wants to cry: "Noooo! Don't try it, not yet!" I read a few of them aloud to Helen so we could have a good laugh.
Anyway, just for fun, I'm putting up the least embarrassing one I could find. Interestingly, it's about a washed-up old writer whose mojo is returned to him by a girl named Helen, a fan. Speaking of washing up, though, what's with the insanely "dirty bartender"! Ha!
Basically they're godawful, just cringeworthy. I think they were written when I was about 12. It's like watching a fledgling at the brim of the nest, one wants to cry: "Noooo! Don't try it, not yet!" I read a few of them aloud to Helen so we could have a good laugh.
Anyway, just for fun, I'm putting up the least embarrassing one I could find. Interestingly, it's about a washed-up old writer whose mojo is returned to him by a girl named Helen, a fan. Speaking of washing up, though, what's with the insanely "dirty bartender"! Ha!