“BANG! I GOT YOU!” I hear from my children outside. Frustration, it can come in different forms. And for me, it’s coming in the form of my children today. The deadline for my publisher is in only a few hours, and all I have is the title. I’m not even sure I’m happy with that either. “Be scared! I don’t care if I have to swim across the ocean to get you!!!” Maybe I should ask them for ideas. Imagination, that’s what’s missing from my story. A child’s imagination. Then I remember, I have no children.