This Week's Fan Fiction

A new chapter was added to my ongoing Another World fic,

23rd Precinct.

Books I'm Currently Reading

A # indicates a book read for the first time

A * indicates a book started today

Books are listed by author (or series creator)

"My Daily Spiritual Companion"

by Marci Alborghetti
daily devotional reading for 2017

I liked the book I used last year better

"Cool It, Carrie"  
by Kate Andrews
[children's fiction, "Making Friends" series]

(openlibrary.org loan)

"The Happiness of Heaven" 

by Fr. J. Boudreau, S.J.

[Catholic spirituality]

"Raising Consumers

Children and the American Mass Market
in the Early Twentieth Century" 

by Lisa Jacobson

[nonfiction]

"The Book of Sirach"  

[Bible book]

"Getting Acquainted"  *

by Shifra Weinberg
[children's fiction, Jewish, "Regards From Camp!" series] 

Also:

Daily readings in the Liturgy of the Hours
Nightly bedtime Gospel reading

I choose a favorite passage every night

Finished Today:

"Zigzag and Other Stories"
by Reva Rubenstein

Read In One Sitting:

"The Poky Little Puppy"
by Janette Sebring Lowrey
[picture book]
(openlibrary.org loan)

My Early Writings

Sometimes I wish that I still had copies of my very early writings, especially the stories and poems I wrote before I was a teenager.

I wrote the first one when I was in third grade.  It was the weekend, the library was closed, and I had finished my books.  I wrote a story so I'd have something to read!

This is what I remember about that story, which was an adventure, written in the first person, in which I starred.

I went exploring and, among other things, picked berries in the falling snow.  After I had walked for awhile, I came to a cave filled with jewels... and some thieves!

I captured the thieves and ended up with a great reward, PLUS the jewels.  Then I went home.

The story ended with me asking my mother the next week, "Can I go exploring?"

 In retrospect, I wonder how much that story was influenced by the stories Little Lulu told to Alvin in the comic books. 

I remember, just barely, a humorous poem I wrote in the sixth grade.  It was about someone who robbed a supermarket, and was chased and caught.  The last line, spoken to the thief, was, "You forgot your trading stamps."

(Mom and I collected Plaid Stamps; I've forgotten what prize or prizes we got.)

And then there were the stories and poems I wrote in my early and middle teens.  At least one was written as an English-class assignment;  I later re-wrote it as a fanfic.

Someday, maybe I'll remember enough about at least SOME of my old stories to be able to rewrite them.  Perhaps not for publication though; perhaps just for myself.