A foreword from mama wolf: From the time she could talk, she’s been a storyteller. She would tell me long stories that she would craft on the spot about imaginary worlds. This inspiration would hit at any moment, and still does to this day. I could be busy doing the most mundane task, like pulling weeds in the garden, and she’ll run out to me to ask if I’d like to hear a story. Sometimes we improvise and pretend we’re both in an imaginary world, voice acting the story. Sometimes it’s a choose-your-own-adventure, and I need to make decisions so she can tell me what happens next. Often I’ll encourage her to write them down so I can read and remember them, because I struggle with my focus and memory when being told things, and this way I can enjoy them for years to come.

Around the age of late 4’s - early 5’s, before she could read and write, she would illustrate her own books (scribbling lines and telling me only she can read them). Sometimes she would dictate to me how I should caption the stories. I first started out binding the books by hand, but I could not keep up with her imagination and insatiable need for writing surfaces - not just any cheap composition notebook would suffice, she needed books. Luckily Santa came to the rescue and has brought her stacks of blank books ready to be filled with her imagination every year since. At age 6, I started giving her bigger journals - initially to use as a journal of her daily life (to which she resisted) - it was when I gave her creative writing prompts that she realized she could write her stories here, not just short ones, but longer “chapter books,” and her writing really took off. If granted permission, I may share some of those earlier stories here as well.

I’m adding the search bar for this blog so I don’t forget to do that in the future as she adds more of her writing, and as its own blog it gets its own RSS feed.