A journal detailing our family road trip from Wisconsin to South Dakota when I was 8 years old. (Fun fact--I had two tapes with me on that trip: Van Halen 1984 and The Cars. To this day, if you play a track off of one of those albums, I can’t tell you which band played it. This is funny, apparently, because these bands are very different. Think like, the difference between One Direction and The Mormon Tabernacle Choir.)
Lots of Babysitters Club fan-fiction. (Luckily, the internet wasn’t really a thing yet, so all of those stories are in notebooks in my mother’s basement where they shall remain.)
One-act plays that I wrote in middle and high school whenever I had a crush on someone and they didn’t like me back. (So, like, lots of one act plays.)
Two short books I wrote in middle school with one of my sisters about a group of orphans living in a giant house with a family called the Cantalippadippers. We typed the pages on my electric typewriter and made book covers out of cardboard, fabric, and hot glue.
A book I wrote in 8th grade about a girl who visits an old man named Sam in a retirement community and then he (spoiler!) dies at the end. Very dramatic. But it was the longest thing I wrote for a very long time, and there was definitely value in sticking with a project that long.
Short stories I wrote in college whenever I had a crush on someone and they didn’t like me back. (So...lots of short stories, too.)
Several plays I wrote in college, two of which were performed: one in a summer stock 10-minute play festival, and the other as a high school production. (When I do house repair, I wear the t-shirt we made for that summer stock show. My friend Micah did the art. It was called “Summer Shorts,” and features a bunch of underwear and people on a laundry line. There’s a baby nearly falling out of its diaper and some guy in his jeans pinned to the line. It feels like the windiest day--I love it.)
A one-act play in grad school. Also a short story (that was the basis of my first book). Also a creative nonfiction essay. Also a pile of poems.
The scripts for a series of rather hilarious videos (if I do say so myself) my school district put out about how not to get expelled from school.
A screenplay I wrote with one of my sisters parodying the style of a Hallmark Christmas Movie that we read out loud after Christmas dinner, everyone in the family taking a part. Nerd. Family.
Feedback on thousands of students’ essays, stories, poems, and plays.
A whole book that didn’t get me an agent, but taught me how to write a book.