Check the book here My book is published! There are seven stories inside. Here is my favorite story -the one that gave the book its name: THE SKY IS BLUE LEIB’S BEEN EXERTING ALL HIS WILL TO KEEP HIS EYELIDS OPEN. How could something so thin and small feel this heavy? Such a waste, too. All this effort to stay awake… It could be used for something productive… like sleeping. Even the wooden bench he was sitting on wouldn't bother him. He could just curl up and… No, maybe it would bother him. The bit right in the middle that's been poking at his leg would probably ruin his sleep. He wished he'd taken the instructions more seriously, and carved the wood evenly. That’d seemed like a waste too, making your own bench… Why can't we use the benches of the graduating students, he'd asked. Something about not taking anything for granted, the instructors had said. Speaking of instructors… What's the old goat been yapping about? Leib could see In...