The first story my parents remember me writing (or starting, at any rate) was titled THE STORM. It’s opening line? “It was a beautiful day at the beach.”
The first story Iremember writing was in first or second grade, shortly after I’d had a teary tantrum over something, and I proceeded to write a story about a crying witch. My parents lent me their computer to do so, which was magnanimous…
mirabilis in miniature
Katherine Crighton 