Look what I just dug up: this book review I wrote when I was thirteen was published in the San Francisco Chronicle on March 26, 1989. I was paid $15, which is more than anyone around THIS place ever pays me, let me tell you what.

As I recall, my first draft was about ten pages long. They edited it down to a hundred words. Bastards. And notice how “dognapper” is misspelled – twice. I swear that wasn’t my fault. When newspapers publish articles by people younger than fifteen, they’re required to make sure something somewhere in the article in misspelled (ideally twice). I think it’s the law.

And yes, of course this is my way of delaying the post that I am now too tired to write after a long day of work and chiropractic weirdness. But I also thought you would enjoy this glimpse into a simpler time when blogs hadn’t been invented and I had no idea that someday there would be a place where NO ONE BUT NO ONE would ever made me edit anything down to one hundred words.

The borderline-racist plot line of the children’s book I was reviewing is a nice touch too.

Have a good week, folks!