How important are the early stories you write?
I just excavated a box of notepads containing all sorts of scribbles and notes from stories I wrote between the ages of 14 and 18. Unfortunately, most of them were destroyed by possums and by the dead rat who snuggled his way in to die between the comfy pages of my early work!
I rescued one notepad though, which was on the top and not too damaged. The others I had to toss without even re-reading them, and that really did hurt. There could have been gems there, treasures!
The notebook I saved contains the beginings of a time travel story (Mr Josef found himself wondering what wives were like 2000 years ago, of if there was wives at all) and one called “Kid Gloves” (For there first time in a long while, the tension was almost tautened to breaking point. The year was the future and the time was incredibly early, incredibly cold). Neither excerpts worth saving!
However, this little piece of philosophy I found interesting: No one will or can ever be wholly satisfied with themselves or their lives – or else there will be nothing to live for. Conversely, satisfaction breeds dissatisfaction.
I was calling myself “Kaz” then. It never took off. I don’t think a single person ever called me Kaz.
Anybody else have childhood writings they just can’t let go of?