My mom taught me to read before I was 4.

When I was 3 and a bit, Mom was putting me to bed and I asked for a story.

“Okay,” she said, “but tonight you have to read to me.”

I froze, eyes inflating to pingpong size. I looked at her and mustered my courage.

“Okay,” I countered, “but you have to help me.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

If you want to find my early love for reading, look there. Or you could listen to how she did the character voices, making us laugh. Yes, look there. Or you could note how she varied her tone and volume, weaving dramatic atmospheres that captured our little hearts. Definitely look there.

My mother is a genius. How is that relevant to my Children’s Fiction? I suppose it’s to say what anyone with kids already knows: kids love stories.

As my children’s fiction currently stands, my titles are best suited to kids no younger than 2. That’s my guess, anyhow. I may end up making some which are designed for very young children, eventually.

I haven’t yet decided if I’m going to offer these stories up as part of my current online stories. As I say it, that could be genius.

Hunh. Thanks, Mom. I’ll think about it. Anyway, of all my kids fiction ideas there are two titles which are fairly well developed.

The first of these is Nevada and the Fairies, a title requested by my wife. This series already has two or three stories written. Nevada is a lovely child who has always had fairy friends, and she’s the only one who can see them.

The second is The Horrible Horrible, which I made up myself. The Horrible Horrible takes deep and abiding satisfaction in all things mischief and yucky, and would gleefully fill your socks with mustard. Then throw them at you like water balloons. And lick it off your face.