So my son will be five in a few months. His preschool gave him a box with a toy sheep, a toy cow, a toy bear, a toy zebra, and a rock. This is the story he wrote.
He is a genius. That is all.
Here is a picture of him trying to help the cat see through a kaleidoscope.
This weekend I shall be selling books at IronFest for the first time, AND running the “Madame Alchemist” escape room.
Next weekend I’ll be in Nimmitabel’s Steampunk @ Altitude festival, also selling books and running “Madam Alchemist”.
I’m hoping to finish edits on “Death at the Rectory” before I leave. I have no idea if this is realistic or not. It all comes down to the final chapter, which I am now going to attack. Wish me luck.