"Jimmy Poon," I said to my pal Jimmy Poon the other day, "I have a brilliant idea."
"Is it another winning gambling system that can't mathematically succeed?" replied Jimmy Poon.
"Nope, although that's a reasonable guess. No, I am going to become a novelist!"
"Novelist... heee heeeee," replied Jimmy Poon, with an elfin laugh, his little shoulders shaking up and down.
"Not only that, Jimmy Poon, I am going to write not just one novel, but a whole series of them. I even have the cover of my first novel ready to go. Let me explain it all to you."
And so, I explained my idea. People have said (or written) to me before 'hey, you should write a book' and I always think that it sounds like a nice idea but realistically what could I possibly write a book about?
As I sat absent-mindedly shuffling a deck of Caesars Palace playing cards, I pondered how to go at it. I could invent a really unique character, like maybe a private investigator or something, who got into all kinds of investigations, with danger and other characters.
And then I had the a-ha moment. Even bigger than the a-ha moment I'd had when I saw the boy dog dancing with the girl dog. I'd plan out a whole
series of books - one based on each of the 52 playing cards in a standard deck!
"Flusher, you super-genius, you've done it again!" I exclaimed.