Hmm

Magic Eight Ball overdraft charges tell me I have been having way too much fun. Or... did I have just enough?

I'm wondering... do I have enough of an imagination to pull a novel entitled "Seven Miles to Normal" outta thin air?

I guess you could say I'm imagining if I have enough of an imagination. It seems odd to me, because this would be a 'whole cloth' type of book. Not based (much) on folks I know. Maybe. I dunno. This title seems to me to NOT be the type of book I normally write. You know... magic and fluff and stuff like that. The title tells me that it wants a semi serious look at a dysfunctional family, ala "The Royal Tenenbaums". A son, a sis, a mom, a dad, a dog. Probably a cat. Living in the sticks of (ahem) some repressed state, not exactly scraping by, but not expiring either. A drama free family, who get by on their wits and wiles, their humor and oddity.

Yeah. And then a stranger comes to call.

Yep. I guess I have the imagination, at that.

Edit: You know, it's just kinda neat when I get really good suggestions from my Family. Frankly, I likes 'em, I do.