I've written over thirty books and some days my brain is too tired to string more than five coherent words together. I often use the dog's name instead of one of the minions, which makes them laugh like the devilish teens they are. My revenge is often served in the form of salad for dinner. (Take that, carnivores!)
When not fantasizing about living an island life where I can write on a veranda and sip fruity drinks, I'm cozied up indoors to avoid my southern Wisconsin reality of snow and snot-freezing cold. My extensive imagination isn't limited to the number of passengers it can hold. Hop in and enjoy the ride!
