I Am Not Hamlet

Given that I'll probably not be published anytime soon and that I'm going to read this in my daughter's class tomorrow--I'm publishing this here and now.  Critiques are most welcome. Rhonwyn’s Closet             Can you keep a secret?   You’ve got to promise not to tell anyone.   OK, here, look in my closet.   Creepy, huh?   Well, it all started when…             “Rhonwyn, have you cleaned up after Jasper yet?” my mommy asked me.             “Of course, Mommy.”             “Really?”   Her left eyebrow always looked bent like a caterpillar when she didn’t believe me.             “Yes, the yard doesn’t even look like a dog lives there.   Except for the dog house with the red r...

OK regular readers, something for you. I just finished in the previous post talking about allowing creative writing students to use blogs to "publish" their work and I have previously posted a couple of essays (see Incarnational Theatre and Wish for Eden posts) and now I'll put up a story of mine. The first children's story I wrote ( I have another one for my daughter and I'm working on one for my son); I've sent this out to publishers a few times and the fact that I'm posting it here should tell you what its fate was. The risk, I suppose, is plagiarism--I can handle the comments that tell me the story blows--it doesn't because what would you know anyway. Here in the ether known as cyberspace people will have access to it and, who knows, may want to snip a taste for their own story about body parts. All right, enough blather--and if you happen to be a publisher of fine children's books, please, let's do lunch. Now, A big I Am Not Hamlet ...