So I tookt the summr orf to be a Gentulman of
Leezhur an writ mai furstest novul. This is a novul of adventchur, wift chays
sceens and pirates and lotsa derring-do, which are the sortsa things yu kin
expect from a novul, especially if it is writed by ME. I had to hide mai writin
from Mom, cuz she is a English teetcher an they ar known to be perticular about
things lik spellin an plots an tranzitions an stuffs. An I didn't want her to
be crampin mai style. So I writed in one of her old notebooks wift my trustee
purpul crayon (except I did the fightin sceens in red and the long, borin descriptions
that nobody reads in green).
But then I went to try an type it up and it
just no good typin wift paws. The keys are too little and it takes ferever to
get to the end of a sentence if I try to type wift just one toe. So I hadsta
admit to Mom about mai Novul an aksksd her to type it fer me. She was verree
surprized, because she thought I had spent the summer jus lyin around.
This could not be furtherer from the trooth.
I was imaginatin like crazy. Sometimes, I sat in her compyuter chair and jus stared
at the compyuter fer hours. Parently, lots of novulists do this. At one point I
asksd Mom if I could have a cup of corfee (preferable in her ninja mug), but
she said that it would stunt my growth or somthin. So mai novul migt not
akshullee be as EXCITIN as I had planned.
