- Tell us all about Ace and what makes him tick and what do you like doing when you aren’t writing! Ace likes to propel off walls, ceilings, and floors, preferably at night while others are trying to sleep. Sigh. Gummy worms make him tick. And tick. And tick, tick, tick! He doesn’t write much. He’s an observer. He especially likes to laugh at itty bitty Earthlings. He frightens the shy ones, but most itty bittys love him.
2. Tell us about your family – married? Haven’t found the right sized alien yet. I like ‘em at least ten feet wide. Kids? Not yet. On my planet, you have to be 100 years old before the wee ones pop out your nose. Where do you live! Near the Meteor Crater in Arizona. My spacehip broke down here a few years ago.
- If you could travel anywhere in or out of this world, where would it be? Home! I miss my pet trobin, Speet.
- What is your favorite all time movie? ET
- What about weekly TV show? I don’t have a TV Why? Cause they interfere with my antennae.
- What is the most scared you have ever been? When an itty bitty Earthling stuck his finger up my nose and tried to steal my best boogers!
- If you could have any fantasy, what would it be? Hearing the entire population of Earth laughing at the same time!
- Now, Tell us about your book? Green farts, a scary zombie lady neighbor, a terrible bully, a pesky little girl who lives across the street, a tree house, a crush on a smart girl, and the possiblity of a million dollar prize.
- Where did you come up with the idea for your story? Breath mint commercial.
- What is your favorite thing about writing? Cracking myself up!
- What is your biggest pet peeve about writing? The millionth revision.
- Do you have a favorite author? Roald Dahl
- Where can people find you? (give all your links)
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If you'd like to purchase JULIUS CAESAR BROWN AND THE GREEN GAS MYSTERY it's available as an ebook now and is coming in print Fall 2013:
Blurb: The world is farting green! Who will stop the green gas crisis?
The real Julius Caesar conquered the world.
All I wanted was to conquer a simple spelling test.
“Having trouble, Salad Boy?”
I set down my pencil and glared at Ben Purdee, the brainiest kid in fifth grade. “No problem.”
Yes I had a problem. And it wasn’t just how to spell brocolee.
Mrs. Tucker closed her book. “Time’s up. Pass them forward.”
I handed Ivy my test and pushed my chair away from my desk. The legs scraped the floor and made a loud, embarrassing noise.
Ivy Chen stared, her brown eyes wide as pie.
Ben nudged me and smirked. “Did you just—?”
“No! It was my chair. See?” I scooted back and forth trying to remake the suspicious sound, but I couldn’t. Ben moved his desk away from mine. Ivy’s nose twitched. My cheeks grew hot. “It really was the chair,” I mumbled.