I once had a marble, and the marble was made of glass. I could do anything with that marble. I rolled it and listened to its sound as it careened across the floor and clinked into the wall. I could feel it in one hand and between my fingers. It was smooth, small, and unique because it was its own.
I saw it glisten in the eyes of a curious sun. It was warm, and it was like the eyes of a cat ever peering too long into the light. Both curious to see what the other meant to see.
One day, though, I came across a few other marbles, and each one was different. Instead of the usual green, there were blues, yellows, and reds.
When I held them in my hand all the different colors were becoming other colors, and each one was no longer one. It was now lumpy, and I tried to hold them all in one hand and between my fingers. They balanced precariously and threatened to escape, and they refused to emaciate themselves of each other. Otherwise, they knew that the sun would not be as curious a
I've been more than crazy busy. I teach eight classes at a placement facility and am finishing up my Secondary Ed Cert as an Intern. So much more to that, but there really isn't any point in actually boring any of you fine people.
I've finally finished one of my children's book. You'll see that it's more of a early chapter book than anything else, but it is meant to have pictures. I'm hoping that an agent will eventually like the story enough to take it on, so enjoy it for now. If you have any kids, test this on them an let me know your thoughts! I'm sure it won't scar them all that much. And if you are still a kid at heart, then let me know all the same!
Billy Bean and the Snapping Backpack Joseph L.M. Sturm
Billy Bean and the Snapping Backpack
Good Night Billy
Billy Bean was a lot like a jumping bean. He ran everywhere, and when he couldn’t run, his feet were still jumping. He loved his cat, Whiskers, the galaxy of stars in his room, the pile of dirty clothes he used as a landing zone, and – above all – he loved his backpack. It held anything and everything. Billy Bean had everything in his blue backpack: textbooks, notebooks, pens, pencils, folders, a blue and white lunchbox, and his emergency phone that even had some really cool apps on it. Billy Bean’s backpack was very full when he went to school but never before that.
“Billy!” yelled his mom in frustration while standing in the middle of his room, “I’ve told you all day to get your backpack ready for school