”Listen. That was the worst thing I ever had to do. Bury him in a scrap heap. Oil change for my best friend. At the store, they were out of the usual, 10 W 30. And the old lady promised that he would be fine with synthetic oil. I’m sure she knows what she’s talking about, I told myself. I didn’t know that he was allergic to anything else. I swear on my life.”
”She’s a metallurgist? ”
”I think so. An alchemist is the same thing, right? “
”No, not if that’s her riding that broom and cackling, ” said Tom, pointing.
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing .
I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I apologize but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book .