![]() ![]() ![]() Some now-famous authors didn’t write as kids. ![]() This book contains just a small sample of that childhood creativity. Over the past two years, I’ve had the joy of talking to some of today’s most-beloved children’s authors and illustrators about their early artistic endeavors. What did they draw? I couldn’t be the only one who’d want to know. What, I wondered, did other children’s authors write when they were their readers’ age? Illustrators, too. I knew I couldn’t be the only one with a box in a basement. Others made me laugh because they were so bad. Some stories in the box made me laugh, they were so clever. At the very bottom are ruled lines on yellowed paper, my six-year-old handwriting large and exact. Below that are notebooks (spiral-bound, then marble-covered), then loose pages of text I once hammered out on my dad’s typewriter. The stories on top of the pile are long and typed they’re stapled pages from an ink-jet printer, with chapter titles in funky fonts. Going through the box is like going backward in time. And it’s filled, to the brim, with stories from my childhood. It’s brown and heavy and one of many marked Elissa. OUR STORY BEGINS with a box in a basement. ![]()
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