I just finished typing into the computer a near-novella I wrote when I was 14 years old. I say "near-novella" - it was 16,080 words.
Was it any good? No, it was terrible. Childish. Callow. Unbelievable.
But was it fun? You bet. And now it's available to me again, after 46 years of sitting in a box, invisible to the world.
It'll probably hurt me as a writer, but I'm putting "Sky Battles of an Untold Future" on Kindle. I'll set the price as low as they'll let me, and I'll explain the circumstances in an author's note.
I think it's pretty amazing that a 14-year-old kid sat down and wrote a 16,000-word fantasy about human-powered airplanes battling in the skies over Northwest Florida.
For that reason I'm proud of that kid.
Included are images of the handwritten manuscript: