Yawn. Oh. Wait. Were you waiting for me to say something? Wow. I feel so much pressure…. Where to begin? Perhaps my dashing good looks (see drawing for an expert rendering of my visage). Or maybe I could recite a limerick:
“There once was a man from down yonder
who liked to write and ponder.
He scribbled his thoughts
no matter the cost
til’ readers began to wonder….”
I know, I know. Breathtaking for its poetic mastery, yes? Now then, what else is there to say? I have decided to call a truce with the fake About page in order to demonstrate my sterling maturity and his inevitable lack of same. It’s the most I could do. Erm, least. Yea, that’s it. The least….
Want to know more about lil ole me? I am sure you will find what you are looking for if you continue to wander the pages of this blog. So, run along now. I have plots baking in the oven which require my full attention. Pay no attention to my singed hair and the wisps of smoke. I have everything under control….
