Great American Novel

I wrote this in an email earlier today, and I think it's worth sharing.

If ducks could talk, I wonder if, during the breathless moments before a sexual encounter, one would look into the other's eyes and whisper, "Girl, you ruffle my feathers." I have no idea what made me think of that. Maybe I should write an erotic allegory along the lines of Animal Farm, except with more hot, raw sex. Quack, quack!

If there is any interest from a publisher happening to peruse my blog, drop a line and I'll get on it right away!