Running the Gamut

I found this in my pen drive today. It was the introduction to a series of stories and poems I had put together for a friend as a Christmas present. It amused me. Perhaps it will amuse you too:

Running the Gamut is a collection of stories and poems by JCJ, the illustrious unknown author who hangs out in her pyjamas and composes rhapsodies to the ordinary things in life (like butter pecan ice cream topped with chocolate fudge). JCJ, a rolling stone who manages not to pick up any moss, has wandered through life dabbling in everything from telecommunications to dotcoms to tolled highways. None of it sticks, for which she is thankful. In between these abortive forays, she takes long walks in shopping malls and contemplates the nature of joy in a post-Disneyesque planet. She also watches different versions of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol and reads the fiction of Lewis Carroll, to discover the Meaning of Life. It’s hidden there, somewhere.