Okay. I forgot to do this before but I’m hesitant to leave it undone. So.
The prompt, as re-released by Rosalie, for August, was “What was the first thing you wrote of your own accord?”
*grabs Thinking Pillow and Kennedy-the-Dragon and sits against the Doctor’s back, thinking*
Oh my. What a doozy of a question.
Probably my first autonomous work, *smacks Turquoise in the face for insinuating that I use too many long words* written when I was nine, was a compendium of poorly written Robin Hood legends with the worst OC I have ever written. She wasn’t named Sparkles Purple Power or whatever, and she actually did have some bad habits, but she was the closest I have ever gotten to a Mary Sue. She was a very weak character, her backstory was the most cliche, she had no personality and, worst of all, she didn’t ever actually do anything (except burning the trenchers and shooting one of Prince John’s men in the backside. She was so useless she couldn’t even hit him in the back of the head. Or the ribs. Or the lung. Or any part of him where her shot might have actually done some damage. Oh, it was played for laughs, but it had been left in the wrong spot and came across as if I didn’t respect my topic at all.)
Basically, think Merida, only without the spark of life that makes Merida compelling, a tragic backstory, and no actual motivation.
Maybe that’s why everyone sounded so self-satisfied and kept rehashing everything they already knew?!
(I really did get my start writing fanfiction, you see.)
It was a horrible copycat of “The Chronicles of Narnia” which started out okay (ish), but quickly spiraled downwards as I didn’t have the patience to tell a story which was longer than a front-and-back page. It had a fairly good concept if I could’ve developed it better, but now it’s been shelved. Permanently.
I hope that for posterity’s sake and definitely not out of pride that it stays hidden until the end of time.
I’m not sure how old I was when I wrote that. It was, however, definitely more than a decade ago.
After the Robin Hood fail, my next attempt at writing was a novel-length fanfiction of Star Wars, which taught me a lot about characterization and how to differentiate characters by trial and error, but nothing about story–it was horrifically plotless and basically drifted with whatever ideas I wanted to throw in. As a result, the main character (another unfortunate OC who was marginally better than my first and worst one), while she did improve in her lessons and became better at the Jedi arts, never really experienced any major personal growth. She really did deserve better.
My third (fourth?) serious attempt at writing was another young lady with a tragic backstory, maybe a bit more character and personality, but still with a negligible plot and no real character development. And the world I built for it was sadly lacking in depth and originality. Faugh.
After that, though, I did improve somewhat.
It’s been a journey, to say the least. *sigh*