So, I was working on my WIP a couple of days ago, and my oldest daughter came up behind me and tried to read some of it over my shoulder. Now, I HATE it when anybody does that. I turned around and gave her THE LOOK, meaning please leave the room and give me some peace and quiet. She just ignored me, like she usually does, and proceeded to ask me some questions.
Child: Whacha doin?
Me: What am I doing?
Me: I'm working on my book.
Child: You're still working on it? I thought you'd be done by now.
Me: (starting to get a little impatient) Yes, it takes a while to do these things, and I've never done it before.
Child: (looking thoughtful) When you finish, are you going to be rich?
Me: (looking startled) No, probably not.
Child: (looking at me like I have grown horns or something) Are you going to make any money?
Me: Well, if I sell it I could.
Child: How much are you gonna make?
Me: (sighing) I have NO idea.
Child: Well, when you do, can I have a new cell phone?
Got to love kids. Even though she really doesn't have a clue about how publishing really works, at least she believes in me.