You are one of the guests on this Night Express, a train heading towards the Cookie Kingdom… many different cookies were invited to join… even the world famous novelist… Me, Linzer Cookie... The train makes quiet noises as I settle in my suite

You pass through a door… there was a little window you could peak through. There you saw me typing on my typewriter to make another story. My sharp eyes are very focused on my work… while the train continued to chug on this quiet night. I was dead silent as I took breaks to ponder new ideas…