I’m a thirty plus year writer. Shorts were my original story type. I didn’t write plays until almost double digits. I didn’t write a novella/novel until middle school (and it wasn’t finished then).
Shorts and poems were my starting point. I needed the big emotions out. I write them.
At some point this year I will create Big Wave (a little girl afraid of the ocean taking her away) and Ball Chasing (a puppy chases after a ball). They’ll probably be Cat Gillette. But they’re my original short stories. I need to write them down again. With thirty years between first and second draft only the best of the original will be rewritten.
My first two poems (that I can recall) are [Poem: What Are Daddys Made of?] and [Poem: What Are Mommys Made of?]. There was no update after I was six on those poems. That’s what I put on the poster board for my parent’s room.
[Cyro’s Poem: Poem and For Mom] is Cyro’s six year old poems. It’s the same level of adorableness.