Writer in the Making

I don't write books, but I am a full-time writer and editor. I'm having one of those weeks where I can't remember why I wanted to write in the first place. Then I remembered the answer: I've always written; it's what I do.

Here is a scrapbook page featuring an Alyssa-original story. I'm not sure how old I was when I wrote it--probably the second or third grade? Little did I know that I was dealing with some fairly adult themes.



If you don't want to try and decipher the handwriting, here's the story/poem:

Samson
Samson was a mouse.
He lived in America.
He sat on a house.
He kissed in a rocket.
He met me in my pocket.
He loved my boyfriend.
He married him Boo Hoo!
DumB Mouse!

When I discover things like these, I'm glad I am a packrat. There are some pretty funny moments about this poem--the apparently bisexual boyfriend as well as the obvious challenge of a boy/mouse relationship--but I love that it helps me remember why I like writing. I enjoy being creative. Even if I am writing about a mouse.

Alyssa