Since I'm posting the cover, I'll add just a little from chapter eight that makes me chuckle...but to tell the truth, it doesn't take much to amuse me. Here it is.....
Can you imagine a year with Bobby as class president? Unfortunately I can. If he had his way Science would be replaced with robot doodling, math with power napping and English with an arm-fart choir. I’m pretty sure the job market is slim to none with those stellar skills.
“Mrs. Snodsnucker, can you explain the Electoral College,” I asked hoping I could suck up as much knowledge as I could in case the Doodle-Nap-Fart-Master won the school election.
...And that's all for now! I attend a writing conference this weekend and will then be a little bit closer to being able to publish Liberty Lil on e-readers. Technology can be a real head-scratcher!
Take care, Christine
