Your On Your On With This One

Since I Can Barely Write Two Books A Year The Best Solution Seems To Be Co-author Projects. My Goal Isn't To Get Another Writer To Clone Me... It's More To Produce A Book That Shares My Vision Of Positive, Fun Entertainment.

The Note Said The First Clue Was "in The Big One." I Looked At The Jumble Of Letters That Followed, And I Saw No Pattern. Not Such A Surprise, Since I Was Missing The Puzzle Chromosome And Couldn't Do Puzzles Designed For Nine-year-olds.

When I Was Six Years Old I Sprinkled Sugar On My Head, Convinced Myself It Was Pixie Dust, Wished Myself Invisible, And Walked Into The Boys' Bathroom At School.

I Checked My Phone Messages. Three In All. The First Was From Joe. “hey, Cupcake.” That Was It. That Was The Whole Message. The Second Was From Ranger. “yo.” Ranger Made Joe Look Like A Chatterbox.

I Rolled My Eyes So Far Into The Top Of My Head I Almost Fell Over Backward.