Croyus

Way back in the early 70's (I'm oldish), I remember sitting at my babysitter's dining room table, papers strewn about. On the pages, a tome of epic proportions was written. I lost myself in the characters, the adventure, the big lined paper. I'm not really sure what the story was about, but I remember I liked the buzz of getting lost creating something, tweaking it a little, and changing its whole meaning. It was cool.

Then I began to program in Pascal (Turbo Pascal, but that isn't that cool). I wrote analytical software for the Mayo Clinic. Each variable was a character. Each procedure was a scene. The collective was a novel that if one part changed, the plot (program) would fall apart. The rush of getting lost in a program was cool, but then they changed the syntax of the programming language. It drove me from programming in Java, Perl, or C++ into using English. The syntax is harder, but I know it's not going to change. Besides, add enough periods at the end of a sentence, and everything looks right. Until....

Dad's Library Volume One: 27 Crappy Poems and Other Things to Read on the Toilet grew out of boredom while I was sitting on the toilet. I had my iPhone with me and needed a topic to fill the time. Thus, out of necessity, I wrote crappy poems about my poopy experience. I'm thinking my book has a large mark on it about it being in the bathroom, because it was all written in the bathroom. My muse does smell.