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.
I'd take it.
And I'm off to write.
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.|