Dance, Freddy, Dance

When I was a Daddy, I would tell bed-time stories to my daughters … made up on the spur of the moment, out of my head, just as my daddy did before me.

Fast forward a bunch of years to a mid-twenties daughter who needed artistic expression and purpose in her life.

So I wrote a story about my brother and asked her to illustrate it. This is our collaboration.

I am happy enough with the result that I fancy it could be a published book …
if anyone could share with me how to take the next steps, I would appreciate that boost.

It already served its designed purpose.

Anything past that is gravy.

P.S. The formatting here is not like the original hardcopy documents, but close enough that you get the drift. Ted

Dance Freddy, dance