“It’s 2017. I’m waiting for my book. She said she would write a book about me. Instead, she wrote a story about a penguin. I ate the manuscript. She wrote it again. She drew pictures and made a dummy. She sent it off before I got a chance to eat it. I’m hoping her editor doesn’t like it. Then she can get started on my book. For now, I keep looking at her. I think she’s feeling guilty, because she’s drawing lots of pictures of me. I’ll keep you posted”
PS. At least she’s updated her blog.