Last night our first real cool front rolled in. I tried to open the windows and let the fresh air wash over me, but the humidity was still a bit too high, and it was carrying the ripe scent of all the dog poop that had accumulated outside my office window over the summer months. Which gave me an idea. I will write a children's book. People make gobs of money with those things, and the word and page count is minimal. My only problem is figuring out what kids like to read, or have read to them. Even when I was a kid I couldn't relate to kids, so this may be a bit more challenging than I thought at first. Oh yes, how did dog poop inspire me to write a children's book? I won't explain it other than to say one thing led to another, and that led to another, and suddenly I had an idea. So maybe by next Christmas you will be able to buy a book to read to your little ones that was written by me. I promise, it won't have too much dog poop in it and I will be running some of the more descriptive words I intend to use by responsible people before using them.