He's trying out several concepts simultaneously. One is on my phone, another is on my hard drive, and I believe that a third story starter is stored in the cloud somewhere. (How is it that my nine year-old is intimately familiar with Google Drive? Two words: Big. Kid. One more word: osmosis.)
And now LK has an agent.
Mom, Camden and I are writing a book together. Well, sort of - I'm doing the writing, and he weighs in with ideas and stuff. You know, he makes suggestions, and he proofreads?
You are describing a literary agent.
Cool. I didn't know what to call him. Do you have an envelope?
I wrote down some instructions for him, and I want to give them to him tomorrow, but I want to put them in an envelope. You know, to make it more legit.
I found an appropriately sized envelope. And, yes, I snuck a peek.