The lightbulb went on. For a second, anyway.

Like many vain people, I fancy myself something of a writer, and intend one day to publish a book. The question of topic is a constant wonder to me. Despite my sizable self-confidence, I rather suspect that any assumed authority on a topic would result in a humbling experience.
What could I possibly write a book on?
 Parenting?
Singleness?
 Marriage?
A Bible study?
 Really...?
 I'm great at bluffing some semblance of leadership on any given topic, but a wider audience is liable to laugh me off the shelf.
Persistence of consideration may have paid off, because I believe I've arrived at the perfect topic for authorship. I can write with absolute authority on a topic so relevant to millions, that I could easily make a fortune off of a single book.
It's a "how to" book, with elements of self-help. It's a memoir of sorts. It's perfect!
I'll call it:

Reckless Parenting
Subtitled: How to totally mess up your teenagers

Not only do I find myself uniquely equipped to author such a tome, but I have an ever-evolving store of relevant illustrations under my very nose. I'll have to write under a psudo-name, though, to protect my children. You will all know it's me, of course, from reading this blog. It'll be our secret.