I was digging through some memorabilia and came across a few books I wrote when I was twelve. I’ve shared Witchville with the blog before, but I’d forgotten about these two. The ‘stories’ are three short novellas, all simply dreadful. I wrote The Tonsil Twins for my younger brother and cousin, who had their tonsils out at the same time. (The staples in the covers drive me crazy!). I’m not sure what prompted this creativity in my twelfth year, but it disappeared for the next twenty! Still, if you have kids, I hope you’ll encourage them to make up stories. You never know where it might lead.