Author, Gay N. Lewis
www.prismbookgroup.com
"Sandy, my friend since first grade, reminded me recently of
a required paper I’d composed as a third grader. I don’t remember writing it and was mortified
to learn that our mutual teacher gave it to her way back then as a keepsake.
Perhaps I was envious because the teacher chose her to leave class to run
errands. I’m told my creation went something on this order, “Sandy is the
teacher’s pet, and if she ever misses a day of school, the whole school will
have to shut down.” Even then, humor was the element I employed in most of my
stories.
As a third
grader, I organized neighborhood kids to perform musicals. I charged ten cents
per show.
In the
seventh grade, I wrote a story about a teen who longed for a boyfriend. The
ninth grade guy sitting beside me in study hall seized the thing, read it, and
then winked at me. Perhaps he imagined himself as the one I wished for. He had
no idea how wrong he was. As he watched, I tore the story into bits and never
wrote another word in his presence. Perhaps Sarah should incorporate something
similar as she deals with the romantic give and take of mortals.
During the junior high years, I wrote plays for the church
youth programs on a toy typewriter.
Although the instrument suffered with inadequate print, the youth group
learned their parts, and we preformed my plays.
As an adult, I’ve written numerous articles for church
newsletters, and I’ve produced three video productions for the retail market." Author, Gay N. Lewis
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