The last time I was home visiting my folks, I came across a few of the many books I wrote when I was a kid. According to the copyright pages (yes, I always made one for each book 🙄), I was between 9 and 11 when I wrote these, and I still pretty much remember the stories even though it's been 30-odd years since I last saw them. 

I remember being particularly proud of my Encyclopedia Brown ripoff Dick Tionary, which was almost called Theo Sarus before I thought that sounded too much like a word-obsessed prehistoric creature than a mystery solver - not sure the title I ended up with was actually better though.

After I wrote them, I'd picture what they'd look like on a bookstore shelf or at the library, and I'd imagine people buying them or checking them out - to being a real author like the ones I idolized - Donald J. Sobol or Franklin W. Dixon (who knew what a pen name was back then?). Maybe I'd even meet Mr. W. Dixon and we'd nerd out over Hardy Boys deep cuts.