I have always wanted to write a book, I used to think that I would want to write a novel but the thought of 400 pages frightens the hell out of me. I have been mulling it over for the past couple years trying to figure out what to write about and had a few ideas but nothing ever really inspired me all that much. A couple months ago Brooke and I were heading to bed and the window in our bedroom faces out to the pond behind our apartment building. I took a peek out the window and low and behold there was a gathering of ducks, all of these ducks were on the area of grass near the pond looking out on the water where there stood this great blue heron. I told Brooke to look and then went on to say something like looks like the ducks are having a meeting, maybe they are the mob and the Heron is the Don.

Yesterday we saw this odd little duck, he likes to get up on the platform that surrounds the water fountain in the middle of our pond and stick his head in the fountain. We decided he was the stupid son/cousin of the Don that is just dumb as bricks but he is part of the family so they have to keep him around. I peeked out the window last night and there they were again, all the ducks on the grass near the pond and I think i finally got my inspiration. I'm going to write a book about a mob of ducks. It'll be a shorter book, something along the lines of a Series of Unfortunate Events or Spiderwick Chronicles size book. I'm really excited and at the same time not sure where to begin. This should be interesting to say the least. Wish me luck.