Thursday, May 28, 2009

The best conversations happen in the car

Last night while driving around, the boy asked me why he couldn't read my novel (I changed the name again, by the way. Now it's called "Apocryphal").

I said "because I'm afraid my writing comes off like Stephanie Meyer's."

So he said "Then just add in a secret fantasy boyfriend, and everyone will love it."

I hemmed and hawed about that, and he said "Add in an Angel secret fantasy boyfriend. Maybe two."

And I said "All the angels hate my main character."

So he suggested "Add in some demons, then."

And I said "There's already about fifty."

To which he replied "Cool."

There you go, success awaits.

1 comment:

Ed said...

Well said by the boy....