Is it Tuesday yet? Nope. But why wait? Mom took my picture with a new toy that I found.
Paper towel roll! Yay! I found it, brought it to the couch, took a nap on top of it, and then tried to eat it. It tasted kind of glue-y, so I just chewed it up and spit it out. That was fun.
Mom said, “What is this mess?” and “Why do I buy you so many adorable, (expensive) toys?” and “One man’s garbage is another man’s treasure, I guess.”
Mom knows all about treasure, …and garbage. A writer’s job is telling the difference between the two. And then trying to sell the garbage (I mean treasure) to a publisher. Mom says, “This story is garbage.” and “I think I can fix it up starting with a better opening line.” and “Ugh! Wet cardboard is stuck to my leg! Gross!”
If Mom wants to make any story sound better, forget the stupid opening line, and put in a dog named Peanut Butter – or Cupcake.