A Unique Idea with Your Impact
Wouldn’t it be insanely, incredible awesome if you could tell a children’s author what you would like to read to your child? Wouldn’t it be awesome for a kid to say: “Well, I’d like Green Dragons who have tea with Purple Owls on Tuesdays”? Wouldn’t it be ridiculously fun to have cement-flavored ice-cream?
I would think so too!
I would love my readers to fill out my survey where you can choose a range of options for my new book, or should I say, your new book. Of course, if you would prefer to contact me and write a personal request you can do so here.
So what would it be like to choose your own adventure?
Well for a start, books involve your imagination as well as mine, so the new story will have your imagination imbedded into the story. That is truly amazing. There are so many books out there, wouldn’t it be awesome if you could design your own masterpiece. You could then say: “I helped make this book”.
Not only that, but the whole world, well, perhaps not the whole world, but perhaps some of the world, or mostly just those people that buy the book will be able to get inside your head, and see what awesomeness lurks behind those neurons and grey-matter.
Is it particularly gruesome monsters or monsters that enjoy a good bedtime story before terrorizing children under five?
Choose your own Nursery Story
Is it a particularly normal science teacher in a not-so-normal science lab? Maybe a particularly crazy grandma who loves vacationing in Peru, who has a magic flying goose that lays golden eggs once every seventy years, and if you eat an egg like that you’re sure to live forever! Maybe you would like to change a few stories such as Jack and his beanstalk. Giants that eat Englishmen are so overrated. Part of the problem was that giants were locked up in a dinky old castle without proper ventilation, indoor plumbing, heating and modern comforts. All these have made giants into grumpy old farts. Jack was right to be scared of grumpy old farts. These days, giants much prefer seaside resorts where the weather is good, and a decent catch of sea-bass enough to fill even the most discerning connoisseur of fine food. Even giants prefer luxury and lavishness. Give a giant a sumptuous meal of sea-bass, a lovely white wine to temper his soul, some music and access to a five-star hotel for a fortnight, and he’ll be sure to be much more amicable to receiving the public, tabloid paparazzi aside.
I know I would change Little Red Riding Hood. I don’t like the color red so much. I prefer pastels, a lovely sapphire blue perhaps. The wolf is presented as the problem here, but it is Redhood or should I say Bluehood that needs to change her attitude. Why would anyone, in their right mind, let their grandmother simply leave her home unprotected from shady characters? It is also a ruse, a nasty plot of deception to catch the unsuspecting wolf by surprise, to nab him before he becomes master of the forest. What’s worse, is that Bluehood decides to use her grandmother as a decoy, to trick the wolf. Oh yes, Bluehood killed her grandma to save her own skin. And the hunter? He was just ‘randomly’ outside when she screamed. Oh no, my dear, he was in on it as well, and she paid handsomely for his protection.
Speaking of wolves, you remember the story of the boy who cried wolf? That’s a great little story, it really teaches people to think twice before lying about such things. I have news for you. It wasn’t the boy’s fault that the wolf ran away when the town’s people came. It wasn’t like the boy was just sitting around watching the sheep for nothing. He cried wolf, because there was an actual wolf, and the town’s people didn’t believe him because he was just a little boy, and where is this wolf anyway? I have some important information to share about this whole story. There was one sheep that was acting a little out of the ordinary. No-one noticed of course, they were too busy scolding the boy, but that little sheep was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The wolf’s plan was for complete domination of the whole town. The boy, the shepherd was just a ruse to test the waters. Eventually the whole town was ravaged by wolves. Easy pickings, all because they didn’t believe the boy. Now had they taken him seriously the first time – given him extra protection, perhaps a watchman or two, things would have been decidedly different.
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