The Bookseller

I like to explain it this way: In the instant before my birth a sudden fault appeared in the cosmic brain wiring and programming station. Resolution of the error required a complete system reboot. During that process all of my strengths, which should have been distributed across the attribute spectrum, were downloaded into my imagination file. Don’t ask me to clean house, work on the car or care for a lawn. Nobody will be happy with the end product. On the other hand, if you ask me to write a story with a riveting plot and well-developed characters, things will turn out differently.Figuratively speaking, that’s what happened to me, but literally I don’t know. I have an imagination that...