For the first 16 years of his life, Alex had one dream… to be a rockstar! Performances in the multi-purpose halls of suburbia would bear witness to his writing evolution, from clichéd rhymes to ever-so-slightly less clichéd rhymes.

It would soon emerge that being a rockstar with a 10 o’clock bedtime and a science project due in the morning was somewhat incompatible. Alex reluctantly capped his writing pen, and, in ceremonial fashion, closed his writing pad. It would be years before either would appear again…

…20 years to be precise…

Now a grown-up with a career and a family, on a trip to the loft, Alex happened upon his old song writing book, (the pen had long dried up) and it re-ignited the metaphorical flames of his craft.

When pen touched paper again, stories of bunnies and foxes rushed forth. The guitar was hung up and replaced with a summer-casual cardigan loosely knotted about the shoulders. Alex, the children’s author had arrived.

The local music community rejoiced, as did the child that pretends to be a grown-up called Alex.