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Carl here. I guess it all started with the dream. In it I was sleeping covered by a huge, steaming pancake, instead of a blanket. Naturally, I woke with a craving for flapjacks. No one was around to fulfill my … Continue reading
Carl could never be called “a slave to fashion,” but he did quite like the hat he found in the kitchen.
Two. One. One half. They were all gone. All the Peeps had disappeared. Carl’s profound sadness compelled him to write, Ode to the Peeps: Oh Peeps, my peeps, where have you gone? Oh Peeps, my Peeps, I write you this song … Continue reading
At first Carl didn’t know all the advantages of being famous and having an entourage. This became clearer a few days ago. Carl and his friend, Pip, were minding their own business when they were attacked by Carl’s arch-enemy, Snarl. … Continue reading
Carl is obsessed. He works day and night on the musical score for the movie version of my novel, The Five Names. All the while he maintains his happy-go-lucky smile. How does he do it? “Pace yourself,” I told … Continue reading
“Carl, what are you doing?” “The score.” “March madness? The final four?” Carl looked at me peculiarly. “I didn’t know you followed basketball.” “I don’t.” “Then why are you listening for the score on the radio?” “I’m working on the … Continue reading