Tell us about the object of your dejection — something you made, a masterpiece unfinished, or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations. What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?
A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?
They’re both appealing for different reasons, but either way, it provides some kind of notoriety, and at the end of the day, I’m still a published author. So fuck it, let’s go for a popular author. Millions of readers equals millions of dollars… right?
Do you think you’ll still be blogging 10 years from now?
In a previous post I wrote about what I’d be doing, or like to be doing ten years from now… however, can I see myself still blogging ten years from now?? I’m not sure.
By that stage, if I was still blogging, I would certainly like to have a blog that is quite popular, and one that has gained quite a lot of recognition. Moreso, I would like to have at least written a couple of novels… published or not, I’d at like least to have achieved the goal of writing them.
Fact is, I really don’t enjoy thinking that far ahead… I’ll be in my *gulp* 40’s then… which just blows my mind. I don’t want to be 40. I never wanted to even turn 30 and yet, here I am. It’s so depressing.
Is that your intention WordPress, with prompts like this? Do you just want the rest of us to start feeling miserable because we’re all now thinking about how much older we’re going to be?? THANKS A LOT!! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go back to bed and wallow in self-pity and depression at the thought of ageing.