My first “novel” was written in a dedicated notebook given to me by my primary school teacher. It was called The Rats and based on the cover of one of the James Herbert novels my older brothers were fond of reading around that time.
I don’t remember much of the plot – just that the horrific invasion of the rodents was eventually ended by luring the thousands of them to one booby-trapped car, which was then exploded by the hero.
Problem solved.
Up to now, it’s my only novel.
Small Change on Strangers 