Could I, the great Elias Zapple, be suffering from the oft-alluded to writer's block? As I sit here, stroking Mr Snazzy, staring at a blank page whilst Derek the Slug makes me yet another cup of herbal tea, I wonder what has happened to the words that used to pour from my fingers. Maybe I've been throwing too many cabbages at Dieter? Maybe I've been too distracted with the comings and goings of my many slugs that have filled up an already congested hallway? The next book in my collective arsenal, Nicu - The Littlest Vampire, is just waiting to be written and yet it is not. What shall I do? How can I commit word to paper? Has the blood dried up? Has Elias Zapple written his last word? Will children never get to experience a new Zapple novel ever again? Of course not! I just wrote this and I shall delight you all again!
In Maputo I am known for my love of tinned tuna.