I’ve been writing for hours now and my brain has turned to mush, but I’ve still got an hour to go before I’m officially allowed to call it quits so I wandered through my old notes to see if anything sparked.
I came across this:
Every YA fiction is about some Chosen One. How about a satire of someone convinced they’re the chosen one, and everyone else shouting: ‘No, you’re not, you delusional dudmonkey! Everything’s fine.’
I’m not going to write this because I’m not convinced it would actually work as a novel, (or not for me, anyway) but I’m still tickled by the idea.
And so because I’m procrastinating. I am sharing it with you. Be glad it’s not a picture of a cat doing something cute.