Beginnings are hard...like the first time I tried to begin this post and blogger ate it.
Thank you , blogger. It probably was a cruddy way to start.
I was going to go on about how much I struggle with beginnings, but instead (since I am packing for a trip to Denver in the morning.....yikes, not ready at all) I am going to leave you with a little snippet of a chapterbook I hope to finish by the end of the month, Nix the Naughty.
My name is Nixoll Wolfric Abernathy and I am too smart for my own good. At least that is what the Lesson Master says. He has a crooked nose and crooked teeth to match.
“You, boy,” he says, for he will not call me by name, “how is it that you know these letters?”
“You taught us to them last week, Lesson Master,” I say.
“But why do you remember, boy?”
I do not know what to say, so I say nothing. The Lesson Master gives me a whack .
“I shall have a talk with thy parents!” he threatens.
So now, because I am too clever, I am to be sent away early to become a page at Castle Lemmingshire. This stinks like the moat on a summer’s day!
I will not go.
They cannot make me