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In 7th grade I spent most of my free time writing my Great Novel (I would have been 12 at the time, turning 13 a few weeks before the end of the school year). It was like Animal Farm in that it involved British farm animals revolting and tossing the humans out, but it was unlike Animal Farm in that it had a 12-year-old girl who A) had been adopted under Mysterious Circumstances by a farmer and his wife who Mistreated Her Horribly and used her only for labor; B) could Talk To The Animals In Their Language; and C) became the Beloved Leader of the Happy Shiny Animal Rebellion. And her Little Boyfriend also fell into categories A) and B).
The next year or so, I remember writing myself a note that, in effect, said: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, SELF, [above-noted main characters] SUCK"
So, you see, if there'd been an Intarweb with me on it in '94, and if I had never gotten past the "no one must see my Great Novel until I have finished it in all its glory" stage, then I might've been a Suethor for a while myself.
We will overlook the short story I wrote when I was 14, about a 14-year-old who also had an Awful Angst-Inducing Family Life and who Bravely Set Out On Her Own To Find Her Long-Lost Older Sister, because at least that character was short-tempered and did stupid crap to bring some of her suffering on herself. No Great Kind Wise-Beyond-Her-Years Leader was this young lady.
That is all. You may return to your lives now.
In 7th grade I spent most of my free time writing my Great Novel (I would have been 12 at the time, turning 13 a few weeks before the end of the school year). It was like Animal Farm in that it involved British farm animals revolting and tossing the humans out, but it was unlike Animal Farm in that it had a 12-year-old girl who A) had been adopted under Mysterious Circumstances by a farmer and his wife who Mistreated Her Horribly and used her only for labor; B) could Talk To The Animals In Their Language; and C) became the Beloved Leader of the Happy Shiny Animal Rebellion. And her Little Boyfriend also fell into categories A) and B).
The next year or so, I remember writing myself a note that, in effect, said: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, SELF, [above-noted main characters] SUCK"
So, you see, if there'd been an Intarweb with me on it in '94, and if I had never gotten past the "no one must see my Great Novel until I have finished it in all its glory" stage, then I might've been a Suethor for a while myself.
We will overlook the short story I wrote when I was 14, about a 14-year-old who also had an Awful Angst-Inducing Family Life and who Bravely Set Out On Her Own To Find Her Long-Lost Older Sister, because at least that character was short-tempered and did stupid crap to bring some of her suffering on herself. No Great Kind Wise-Beyond-Her-Years Leader was this young lady.
That is all. You may return to your lives now.
