The first one shouldn't be too hard. I managed to sum up the book okay in queries. But the second? This will take some thought. I have no idea what kind of a writer I am. I don't have many awards to mention or accolades. I've just been working away, quietly, at my desk for years. Hmm. I may need a little magic to help me with this one. I'm hoping Lego Hermione can wave her wand and sort it all out.
Lego Hermione is just one of the many treasures I've found while packing, including old journals filled with terrible high school poetry such as this work of genius:
was it the vinegar on my popcorn
the extra lemon in my tea
or the overwhelming sadness
that’s raining over me
my path is a windy road
as the old cliché goes
never knowing where to turn to
or where the river flows
if you want to come with me
I’ll hold you in my arms
I’ll carry your bags like they were my own
place your toys next to my charms...
Oh my God, you guys. And it just gets worse from there.
I also found a four-page "like" letter that I had long forgotten about. That "like" was in high school, mind you, and it was not reciprocated. I had no idea what to do with boys back then. Still don't, really.