I’m a mouse guy, I admit it. Always been, always will.

Grew up singing “Here I come to save the day!” Mighty Mouse was always on the way in my imagination, and he’s still nibbling away down there, trying to poke his way into reality. Not sure I ever saved any days, but I sang that a lot anyway, and always wished to save at least one day.

We are God’s little mice after all, running around and scampering all over each other down here on earth, sometimes being naughty, and wishing we were bigger.

Timothy Little, my mouse-hero from Little Did He Know, last NaNoWriMo’s production, is going to get a sister in mousehood this November. Her name will be Story (Agatha Pipswhistle, or something) and her book will be called The Story of Story.

Mouse on,

LWIII

4 Responses to “Of mice and mice”

1. azyh says:

   September 17, 2009 at 9:52 am

   oh my gosh i am getting revved up for november… i think i love it more then my birthday and christmas… and that is handy seeing how november sits between them as a point of balance.

   reckon i will be writing 50,000 or so words on identity this year yeah!

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2. LWIII says:

   September 17, 2009 at 11:17 am

   Identity, eh? Sounds good, since I know you were struggling with your assumption of an aboriginal identity or viewpoint in your last one (that I know of).

   Looking forward madly to working with you and the gang again this Nov, Azyh.

   Thanks!

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3. Cheryl says:

   September 18, 2009 at 11:00 am

   Once, a baby mouse fell out of a vent and landed right at my feet. This happened, of all places, at Chuck E Cheese. Oh, the irony.

   squeak.

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4. LWIII says:

   September 18, 2009 at 11:38 am

   Oh that poor baby mouse! Hope his mommy found him.

   That is kinda ironic though. Burlhopper, the narrartor in my first mouse book, is a total cheese freak. Kinda chubby.

   Thanks Cheryl!

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