I was digging through a tote under my bed this past Saturday. I had come upstairs for a new notebook and found some other notebooks that had already been written in. So I did what any author would do and flipped through my ancient notebooks with the yellowing pages.
I found what I think might be my very first attempt at The Curse Fulfilled.
(I realize that those who haven’t known me for very long actually have no idea what The Curse Fulfilled is. It was my first NaNo novel (2011), which I queried agents with just this past May. It’s about a 12-year-old boy named Drake who finds out he’s cursed and has been turning into a dragon every night since his twelfth birthday.)
So many things changed during these first attempts. Drake had a different name. He was an orphan. I wrote in a third person omniscient that broke the fourth wall.
I’ve come pretty far since I wrote this bit in October 2011. But I still love this story to pieces.
Do you guys still have very first attempts of writing? Or of anything? Do they make you sentimental or make you cringe?