The girls at the copy shop worked on this printing project all week long, in between customers, and by the week, I got a call that everything was printed and ready to go. On Saturday morning, I got my shopping cart and walked two blocks to the copy shop. When I got there, I saw a stack of papers over a foot tall...could this be it?
In the six years I've been writing, could I have created this monster? I threw a garmet bag from the grocery store in the shopping cart, and when I got there, the girl put all the copies in the bag and the bag went into the shopping cart, and off I went.
The first thing I did when I got home, was to 3-hole punch them all, so that they could go into notebooks and put away. Anything else would have to wait until later. Little did I know at the time, that it would be almost a year later that I would take a peak at what's behind those notebook covers. SCARY, eh?
I figured I had enough material for four books, but I would only work on one at a time, which is entitled as follows;
Book Title; HOUSE CALL; The Positive and Healing Power of Humor