When I was eight years old, I wrote my first short story. I had been reading for a while, but at that moment I realized that what I read, must have been written by someone! Therefore, I could write too, for other people to read, right? So I wrote a western. It was a mistaken identity story, an innocent man sentenced for a crime he didn’t commit. I described his journey trying to prove his innocence, and I gave the little story a happy ending.
After reading it once, I immediately realized that something was missing. “I know! It needs a drawing!” So I drew the bad guy behind bars, with a text bubble that said “Grrrrr!”
But something was still missing... What could it be? I didn’t know, but I knew how to solve it: everything looks better under a layer of red crayon, doesn’t it? “This just makes it hard to read,” complained my audience - my parents, of course.
Anyway, I still write like an eight year old, but hopefully I learned how to create an image with shading, depth, and texture without resorting to the red crayon!