One of my very first stories...

Disclaimer: This was supposed to be a vlog. I've been meaning to vlog, or post something, for the last couple of weeks (or at least since the week after "The G.O.D. Factor" came out). But, I got busy. Got distracted. And it's been hot, which means I've been feeling sweaty, uncomfortable and unattractive and not wanting to sit in front of any camera, let alone a tiny one embedded in my computer. Besides, all the fans going non-stop make for this background white noise that gets picked up by the sound and then it's all down hill from there....

So, just remember, this was supposed to be a vlog, but is now going to be a blog. And we'll see how soon I actually post it....

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Back in May, when I was posting my countdown vlogs to the release of my novella, I went digging through old photographs for pics for some of the material I was reading. I found a bunch of photos I had totally forgotten about in the process, shared them with some people, and then also, in the very bottom of the chest where I keep the photographs (in no particular order), I found what must be one of my very first stories or books. I thought people out there might get a kick out of seeing one of my first stories.

It had everything.

1) A compelling story (if you can read it, that is):


2) Action and illustration:
(I think this was supposed to be a kite, or maybe a monster?)


Walking along the road (I think those bumps on my head are supposed to be rubber bands for pony tails - or I was channeling Princess Leia way before her time):


At the beach (are those supposed to be musical trees? Trees in the shape of musical notes? I don't know.). And then on the next page (hard to see), I THINK that's supposed to be a Christmas tree and a wreath:



And then of course it has FAMILY. Here you see me and who I think is supposed to be my little sister (see, I even labeled it, "Rachel" and put a red bow on my head so you'd know it was ME.). And again with the musical notes, or maybe they're just supposed to be our golden slippers! Who knows?:


And then finally, me and my mom. My mom is the one with the purse, at the top. At least, that's what I'm assuming. And somehow the number "5" is involved in our day.


And we lived happily ever after, or so I'm assuming.

The End.