
Every kitty reporter worth her salt needs an old-timey typewriter just like this. (Image via Wikipedia)
One night as The Five-Year-Old kicked up her feet in her favorite chair, her thoughts naturally turned to Christmas.
The Five-Year-Old: “Daddyo, for Christmas I want an erector set, a typewriter, two kittens, and an alarm clock.”
Daddyo: “Why do you want a typewriter for Christmas? I was really surprised by that.”
The Five-Year-Old: “Because it’s my lifelong dream to be a kitty reporter.”
Daddyo: “What kind of stories are you going to write?”
The Five-Year-Old: “Oh, I’m going to write mystery newspapers. I’ll just make them up.”
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About Shala Howell
Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write and research than the current one), my writerly self can be found sifting through the stacks in my church’s archives looking for a few good stories to tell, blogging about life with a very curious Six-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, or musing about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.wordpress.com.
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