An ominous mountain range of unfinished papers, even deep into the dead of night, this deadline, Dino cannot escape her. Peaking through the narrow papyrus valleys, looking for the spark of inspiration from which to rally.
A conspicuous button just off to the side, lonely and un-pressed, not even one tried. “Hello there please press me”, it silently cried. But ignored it would stand there because of the unknown it implied.
A trio of balloons has little Dino bemused. They are from your readers and fans, and I hope you’re amused. Not even two months old, but look how much you’ve grown, just 25 of your stories after who would have known.