If you’ve been reading my stories, you probably know a few things about me.
I’m not interested in insects.
I like words that are smelly.
I think cats are strange.
My mother gave me this keyboard.
Then there are the stories I haven’t written yet. They might tell you a few more things about me.
For example, I haven’t written the story about my kayaking experience. I didn’t know you had to row those things.
And I haven’t written about the time I got into my mother’s liquor cabinet. Boy was I sick.
Or when I broke into the refrigerator and made my own dinner. Peanut butter, Swiss cheese, a hard boiled egg, lemon yogurt, and of course that Oreo cream pie.
Now I’m writing a story about my trip back to the Dog Library. I’ll keep that one a secret for now.