I visited the brain surgeon last week. Not really. It was just the vet.
I had to get a shot and a blood test. And some hugs and some treats. I cried a little from the blood test. Not really. I cried a lot. When the doctor steals blood it hurts!
Mom is not a brain surgeon, so when she works on her stories, the pressure is off. She can pretty much write any story no matter how terrible and then she gets a million chances to keep working on it, changing it, and fixing it, till she eventually gets it the way she wants it.
When I learn a new trick, I never get it right the first time. I start out clueless.
But then get a million chances to work on it, change it, and fix it till I eventually get it right.
In case you’re wondering – I am NOT a brain surgeon.