Novels

Somehow at work we started talking about novels. Cheryl mentioned that she had written one. It is a fantasy about Mozart. I told her I wanted to read it. I told her I had written one in high school. She said she wanted to tread mine.

Came home tonight and looked for my novel. It was hand written in a couple of three ring binders. I looked for several hours and couldn't find it. I finally found a typed copy of the first draft though. The draft in the binders was the second draft and a lot more fleshed out. I can't believe it is missing. Not so much that it is amazing, but that it is part of my history. I spent most of my senior year writing it.

Began to read the first draft and couldn't believe how bad it was. Part of it is that I was 16 when I wrote it and had no life experience. It is hard to believe that my friends all loved it at the time. I had really loyal friends at the time. I couldn't read it without beginning to edit it at the same time.

My DH offered to type it for me. I may take him up on it.