Sketches of the past

Amongst all the boxes collected from my sister’s loft is one containing my writing journals from my late teens. Piles of notebooks containing character sketches, plot outlines, scenes from various stories (colour coded as I was working on several at the time), poems filled with teenage angst (which made for quite amusing reading but also brought back some less happy memories from school days when I felt very much on the outside of things) and my first novel. A quick skim over it made me smile – it may not be very good but I’m still proud of having written it.