Today, my mother had me clean out some of the old boxes in the garage – boxes packed full of crap from my early days. Well, mostly crap. But a few gems as well…
Don’t suppose mom also has an equally obsolete computer to read these?
A bag o’ dice! And not just your standard issue run-of-the-mill six sided dice either.
Happy memories of my days on the Enterprise.
A suitcase full of my old writing including the Irwin Allen-esque disaster novel, Hurricane, written when I was twelve. Enjoy the excerpt.
Drawing was never my forte – but clearly not for lack of imagination.
My sexy grade 7 scrapbook. Loni Anderson, of course.
Sexy grade 7 scrapbook, next page. I clearly had a thing for lustrous hair. And…is that Charo?
Elaborate Dungeons & Dragons map. Try finding your way out of this one, adventurers!
My first professional rejection. I didn’t take it too hard. I was only twelve.
Some of my old favorites.
Hey! It’s a copy of the Twin Peaks Gazette!
D&D modules! THESE take me back.
While other second graders were drawing animals and space ships, I was drawing cigars, pipes, and ashtrays. WTF?
Now this is a little more impressive. It’s a spaceship, right? Right?
What does the secret SHADOW folder hold? Why, a file codenamed Project Nostradamus. I can’t say more. Very top secret.
Terrible? Come on, he wasn’t that bad!
Signed by the Dark Lord of Sith himself.
Homeward bound tomorrow – and we resume our Stargate: Atlantis rewatch with…Underground!
Hey, have you cast your vote yet for our April Book of the Month Club?