I wrote this book for an elementary school competition called the Young Authors contest back in 1982 when I was 10 years old. My father kept a secret “file” on his kids, which he released to each of his kid's prospective spouse during the rehearsal dinner. When he presented my file to my wife, I was happy to see it included the original typewriter-written copy of “The Raven”.
The spelling is terrible (I corrected it). The grammar is atrocious (not corrected). The plot is a condensed rip-off of several Bond movies. However, the other night I read it to my 5 year old son and he thought the story was pretty cool. As I read the story him, I caught glimpses of my 10 year old imagination. I can see that same imagination in my son.
The abrupt ending foreshadows an academic career full of procrastination and doing just enough to complete the assignment.
The spelling is terrible (I corrected it). The grammar is atrocious (not corrected). The plot is a condensed rip-off of several Bond movies. However, the other night I read it to my 5 year old son and he thought the story was pretty cool. As I read the story him, I caught glimpses of my 10 year old imagination. I can see that same imagination in my son.
The abrupt ending foreshadows an academic career full of procrastination and doing just enough to complete the assignment.
