I wrote my first "novel" when I was six years old. Yes, this insanity goes back that far.
This is back when I literally cut pieces of paper in half and handwrote on them so I could make them into a legit "book". I would then either staple the pages together or, later on, holepunch them (NOT. FUN. EVER. First draft of Nagnomei is whole punched. ALL 400 PAGES.) and put the little page binder things in them. Thus, my first "novel" was like this. And yes, I really was six years old. I'll tell you of why I am certain about this later on.
My ~debut novel~ was a story about my grandmother. I know, right? But this was about when my grandmother was a teenager!!! I think I just wanted a reason to make the main character's name be Hildred, meh. And in this story, my grandmother had a friend...that was a PEGASUS omg.
I don't really remember the plot, but it had to do with my grandmother being visited in the night by a pegasus that informed her they had to go on an ~adventure~. I think I only got a couple chapters in before I forgot about it all. The biggest atroticity, however, is that this book was illustrated. I really wish I could find it just so I could show you all the horrible, horrible kindergarten drawings of my grandmother riding a pegasus.
I vaguely remember that the reason why I started writing this story was to cheer my grandmother up after the death of my grandfather. He died when I was five. I officially learned how to read in kindergarten (age 6). My grandmother got very sick herself when I was around 7 and died when I was 8-9. Since she was still mobile and able to respond to what I was doing, I am pretty confident this all occurred when I was 6 or so. An author. I've been one for 16 years. My dear Jeebus.