My future as a Children’s Stories writer.

The guest lecturer was talking about burgers.
Wait, no, he was talking about electricity. Yes. My brain was talking about burgers. Ever so quietly.

I was hungry. I was bored.
Click click clickety click, went my clicky pen, before people started turning around and squinting at me, using their jedi mind tricks to stop the clicking.

I tried focusing on the subject. Really I did.
“Electricty travels through transformer number one before going to the second one through this cable that is made of burgers and french fries and other delicious savory items that can be purchased at KFC, just call 011-“

My brain was hell bent on tricking me into thinking the electricityman was making subtle implications with his lecture and that transformers transfer electricity was, indeed, a cryptic metaphor about Optimus Prime and chicken nuggets, not necessarily in that order.

Ambidexterity is the ability to write with both hands! Since that fateful day whence I failed to listen to electricityman (i.e. yesterday), I have been practicing the art of writing with my left hand (I’m a right hander). The following is my first sample written in his class whilst he talked about chicken nuggets, not too shabby I’d say.

It also made me realize that perhaps I have a future as an author of books for kids! Hey, if Madonna can jump around in spandex suits at 60 while simultaneously writing children’s stories, why can’t I. Write children’s stories I mean, not the jumping around in spandex thing.