After my son convinces me to write a zombie story featuring him and his friend, he calls said friend excited by the opportunity of becoming immortal in print. This is how that (one-sided) conversation goes…
He dials. Mark picks up.
“Dude,” Jaycee says into the phone, his voice rising with excitement. “My mom is writing a zombie story with us as the main characters.” He remains silent as he walks back and forth, listening to whatever his friend is telling him. “And dude, you know what the best part is?” A smile spreads across his face as he listens again. “She can hook you up with whatever girl you want.” Another pause as he listens. More smiling. “Yeah dude, anyone in the world.”
And that is what I love about the imagination. The sky is the limit.