Vanishing Sally

"Today's the day I write my memoir, Ms. Sally." She cocked her head at me. "Is it now? Have you lived long enough to fill an entire book? And what's your theme?"

I blinked. "My theme? I need a theme? What is a theme, milady?"

That was the moment everything went wonky. Files vanished. Drafts corrupted. And then Ms. Sally herself disappeared. Suddenly, writing my memoir felt less like a quiet reflection and more like someone - or something - didn't want this story told.

I questioned my determination to share it all with you readers. After you finish my tale, perhaps you can tell me where I went wrong.

If you enjoy a good whodunnit - especially one tangled up in a memoir gone delightfully off the rails - you'll feel right at home getting lost in this mystery with me. Grab your tea and come on in. Welcome to my corner of the world.