Friday, February 17, 2017
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
My brain wrote a children's book while I slept
Last night I dreamed that my wife and daughter had just come home from the library with a children's book, whose title I initially misread as Ramon and the Big-Ass Hotel. After doing a double-take and inspecting the title more closely, I found it was actually the equally-unlikely Ramon and the Big-Arse Hotel.
The story revolved around Ramon, a young boy who wanted, more than anything, to live in a hotel. The hotel in question was a massive, red building whose only exit was a spiraling ramp leading down to a deep pit full of foam rubber chunks.
Except for the title, which needs some work, it's my opinion that this children's book would be a massive hit and should be written as soon as possible.
The story revolved around Ramon, a young boy who wanted, more than anything, to live in a hotel. The hotel in question was a massive, red building whose only exit was a spiraling ramp leading down to a deep pit full of foam rubber chunks.
Except for the title, which needs some work, it's my opinion that this children's book would be a massive hit and should be written as soon as possible.
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