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Books and Authors- You be one, too!

A great big hello to everyone!
If you're a happy wanderer, and want other wanderers to get bucked up by your writing and wander away into another world, here's your space! Send us your writing on littleoed@gmail.com  - in answer to these stimulating questions that we're sure will suit your creative juices!

 1] Charles and Mary Lamb converted Shakespeare's poetry into prose, making life much easier for all of us.
Would you want to make a similar contribution in the literary sense in terms of impact on the lives of common man, if given a chance? How do you justify your decision?
Which author or poet would you choose and what would be your reasons for doing so?

2] Lewis Carrol wrote Alice in Wonderland.
What if you were to write a prequel to this book? What would be the title and the blurb of this book?

3] Enid Blyton wrote an array of stories catering to various subjects. Agatha Christie is renowned solely for crime writing.
a) Which idea are you in favor of-  browsing over various topics (but in the same genre) or an author's sticking to a single topic?
b) Supposing you were to compress several topics (honesty, leadership, thrusting oneself forward, working as a team, controlling one's temper) into a single book (Example: Enid Blyton chronicling the prime morals of all her stories in one single book in a shortened form) but with a stable crux (Christie's motto), write a short blurb of this story.

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