What would you do...

Laurie Halse Anderson posted a writing prompt about self-sabatoging ourselves as writers. She encouraged us to think about what we would do if we became wildly successful, what would be the worst thing that would happen if we did, and who benefits if we don't become successful?

I pretty much loved the prompt, because I love to fantasize about my future success. But I shoot myself in the foot by fantasizing more about what my success will be like instead of actually writing to succeed. I do the same thing with exercise and weight loss. I set a goal, but set myself up to fail by eating crappy foods.

In any case, here's what I'd do with my wildly successful writing paycheck: pay off my school-loans. Strange how my plans have become less elaborate over the years. I used to want a speed boat and wake-boarding equipment and a summer home on a sandy coastline. I bet if I dialed it back far enough, I'd recall the time I wanted my own amusement park and a unicorn.

I haven't thought much about the whole "who would benefit from my stunted creativity?" concept. Obviously no one. Least of all me.

I also haven't thought of the worst thing that could happen if I did become successful, and I'd have to say that as a writer, I doubt I'll ever have enough fame to a) get a stalker [but I'm hoping you'd fake it, Texy.] or b) be forced to make my children wear Presidential masks in public. However, I bet it would suck to have pressure to write a best-seller every year.

Still...
I'd take it.
And I'm off to write.
Thanks, Laurie.



P.S. I'm off to Bear Lake, so I'll see you all in a week! e-hugs and e-kisses.

Bear Lake last year.