Do you remember being in school when a teacher handed out an assignment - a writing assignment - that sounded so daunting that you were fairly certain you would never finish it? Seriously, how can you fit in writing a 3-page report about weasels when you have baseball practice, a game of kick-the-bucket with the neighbors, your parents' stupid requirement that you have to eat dinner while sitting down, and, well, the normal twenty-three trips to the bathroom each day? That's where I am right now. I'm just starting to work on an outline for a sequel to Jack and Noah's Big Day, and the mountain is looking pretty steep. I think I'll start by going to the bathroom. Only twenty-two trips to go today.