Probably too much stuff.
Bill has had some three dozen books published. He's not exactly sure how many. Yes, he could go back and count them but -- and here's a fun fact -- he doesn't want to. And besides, for some books he was a co-author. Do two co-authored books equal the same as one one-authored book? And what about anthologies? He didn't write all the poems in them but each has included more than a couple of his. (For example, one that begins "Little Molly Peters stuck her finger up her nose."Eat your heart out, Dante.)
So, how about a Q. & A.?
A. Assuming that was a Q., sure.
Q. Did Bill always want to be a writer?
A. No way! He didn't like reading books when he was a kid. He didn't dislike it, it was just far down on his list of fun things to do. (There's a bio here.)
Q. Did Bill write the poem, Mrs. Stein, the one about a substitute teacher?
A. He did. It's been a
big hit on the grade-schoool speech-tournament
Q. If I have a question about writing, can I ask Bill?
A. Sure, that's fine. His e-mail address is BillDodds -- and then throw in that @ sign that's all the rage now -- BillDodds.com. (Kind of an egotistical address if you ask me.)
Q. Who are you?
A. Who is anyone . . . really?
Q. I think Bill Dodds wrote all the copy for this website.
A. No, I . . . he didn't. And that wasn't a question.
Q. Does Bill blog?
A. In theory.
A. Kind of.
Q. Does Bill only write books and poems?
Except for the cost.
That's darned good alliteration even if no one knows what it means.
His book cares about you. Read it carefully and you'll find the words: I, love, and you. (And, often: waffles.).
Written with small words and no heavy thoughts.
'Cause all you need is love. And eight glasses of water a day.
Don't be an eco-hater, man. Not cool.