I want someone to come up to me and say, "I am filthy rich, and this is what I want you to do: I want you to go and travel everywhere you've ever put on a to-travel list and do everything you've ever put on a to-do list. I want you to get a job, but don't worry about how to get anywhere or how to pay for your apartment or house. Find a way, and I will pay for it. You take care of grocery bills and laundry, I'll take care of electricity and water and travel. You have to write -- you have to produce one piece of long work every year, or two pieces of short works every six months. And in ten years, I expect to see your first published novel on a shelf. I expect us to sit down to dinner at that point, and I expect you to answer my questions honestly and creatively. And don't worry about your family. I'll take care of them, too. But after you're finished writing that first book, this deal ends, understand?"
Sometimes I think I'd like to be paid to be a housewife. I've more or less got the foods parts down. And I'd like the pressure and time to learn to clean well. I'm getting better at it, but I'm still not there.
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And I would ask, "Can I take people with me?"
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