So, I want to write a book.
But not just a book.
A great book.
Yep. No pressure.
No, that’s not me being sarcastic. That is the actual title of the book. I’m pretty sold on the “Yep.” part. I have some wiggle room on the “No Pressure.”
I all ready have my idea. I just need to get over my shyness, because my idea involves speaking to people.
This leads me to the best thing I have ever seen.
You know how when you were a child, maybe you dreamt of flying to the moon? Or becoming President? Or inventing a miniature unicorn that could live on the shelf above your bed that never pooped?
No?
Well, I did. I dreamt of all of those things. Of course, I never did do any of them.
That darn unicorn’s poop would land on my head while I was sleeping. Hardly an accomplishment.
I learned to never be a mouth breather.
This leads me to my other dream. I like to keep tabs on a certain gentleman by the name of Patrick Rothfuss. This year he auctioned off him reading your manuscript and critiquing it for you, on eBay. How amazing would it be to get writing advice from someone I believe to be the most beautiful writer of our generation? Can you imagine it?
Of course, I could never afford it.
Okay. I could afford it if I cancelled my husband and my fifteenth wedding anniversary trip in March. But I would never do that. As much as I would have loved the opportunity, my husband will always come first. Because our time together is sacred and unpredictable.
But I still dreamed that I might bid in it.
When I told my husband Patrick Rothfuss was doing an auction critiquing a manuscript and that I would like to bid on it, he scoffed.
Do you know what he said?
You’re not going to believe it. It’s kind of outrageous.
He said, “You don’t have a manuscript.”
Um, yet. I don’t have a manuscript…yet.
But I will.
He looked at me dubiously.
Next he’s going to tell me that my unicorn isn’t real either.
Well, honey, those aren’t brown Tic Tacs.
I watched the auction end and I cried. Just a little. Okay, a lot. I cannot imagine an experience I could have wanted more. It sold to some very lucky individual.
I consoled myself with the fact that there is always next year.
Yes, next year.
Well, next year, Patrick Rothfuss might do this auction again.
I hope to be ready.
Manuscript in hand.
How much do you think unicorn poop would sell for on eBay?
I only have a year to muck up my dreams.
Do you have a dream this year? A pet unicorn? An aversion to Tic Tacs now?
P.S. Patrick Rothfuss is still collecting money for his charity, World Builders. World Builders donates their money to Heifer International. For every $10 that you donate before the deadline, you get a chance to win some really cool prizes. More information can be obtained on Patrick Rothfuss’s beautiful blog.
