How many writers on the SDMB?

Sue, you are not alone. Someone once asked my father in law why he was in a wheel chair, he is too polite to tell them to take a long walk, so I said, " So he can get all the good parking spaces at the mall around Christmas."

Anyways,

Since most of my reading material lately is children’s books, I’m always tinkering with themes for kids. Tentative titles: You’ll shoot your eye out with that Bottle Rocket. (heh) NO! I’ve GOT IT! * How to shoot out your nemisis’ bedroom window with a potato gun in three easy steps. * Dang, there is a best seller…kids need to redirect their rang and confused feelings through (de)constructive activities.:wink:

I’ve completed one book ( done on construction paper with stick glue and safety scissors with lamination for that finishing touch.) that has received rave reviews from everyone who has read it, except my son, for whom I wrote it for. Don’t be looking for it on the NYT Best seller list, I don’t have that much glue to make a million copies.

Naturally, most people cannot write out a shopping list, so anything I show them is bar-none the best thing since twist off beer caps.

I’m mostly a songwriter/lyricist. Being a musician, I’ve recorded more than thirty of my own songs with assorted bands I’ve played with.

But in my spare time, I write fiction. I’ve got one finished novel, and two more in various stages of completion. As yet, nothing published, other than a letter to the editor of the Baltimore City Paper.

Shirley Ujest – how about, “If you keep doing that, your face will stay that way!”

I found a fun kids book called, “The Adventures of Captain Underpants” by Dav Pilkey. It’s a riot!

Wish I could see the book you made; I wrote a short story for my sister’s children and they seem to like it okay but lament that it has no pictures… I’ve got to work on that!

I am a would-be photographer (is the sense of, I’m still doing something else to pay the bills) who would be a would-be writer.

Satan, all those music magazine credits- by any chance do you know Legs Mcneil? (I always assumed he knew Satan)