Saga de Hotonoma Forward

I recently went searching for my old freshman high school physics notebook. It is yellow and is labelled ‘English.’ I remember it as the physics notebook because I did well in physics and spent a lot less time paying attention in class. So I filled that time by beginning to write my Epic Novel; that’s how I thought of it. I had shown Grace the notebook before and giggled because I’ve read it several times over the years. I read it to her a few months ago for the first time and laughed at the 14-year-old potty humor. The few chapters I wrote are intriguing for many reasons, one of which is that I wrote very descriptively about imaginary drugs and their effects. At that time I was straight as an arrow. It reminds me how much my imagination has clawed for attention for so long. I think you will get a sense of that as I attempt to retell, draft, and grind my original story into something palatable.

               Also it is utterly coincidental that Stranger Things made the name Eleven famous years after I had written about a character of the same name.