What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I was raised pretty much the same as everyone else... devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn't friendly, I just wasn't "people orientated". Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.
* The first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can't remember what it was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.
* It wasn't a deliberate conscious thought it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were told.
* I was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not. When I write, I always write with the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.
* "Here, Audry," I said, getting to my feet.
* Roger did the same.
* By the time we made it to the front yard the police were driving away.
* Jessica and Audry approached us, each slipping an arm around Roger and me.
* "Jessica, Audry. I..." Roger stammered before he broke down into tears.
* Arm in arm we went into the house.
* "Come over here, all of you," Roger said, rushing into the living room. Opening the wall cabinet that held his computer, he flipped it on. "Let me show you. I have proof."
* The girls moved, one to each side of him and I in the center, just far enough not to interfere. The monitor hummed to life.
* Audry silently wiped tears from her face and held my hand tightly.
* Roger opened file after file until reaching one called 'Katoy.'
* Excitedly, he got up, knocking over his chair, and rushed to turn on the stereo. He adjusted it, making it a little louder than usual before righting the chair, retaking his place.
* "You must promise never to speak of this outside of these four walls," he said, covering the screen with his left hand.
* We looked at each other and vowed our oath of silence.
* "Ok, Bob," Roger said and a new image jumped to the screen.
* "Bob is your computer?" I asked a little bewildered.
* "Yeah. Cool huh?" he said, grinning, half turning to me. "I have him hooked up all over the house."
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