What if

Some time I play a game in my head that allows me to wonder what if …

What if I wrote something that became published? Either through self, printable publishing or by a publishing house. What if?

What if some day there were a red carpet event because of something I had done … what if?

It’s not that I think that highly of myself, but I get compared to people out there who have these things in their pipeline – not often, and it’s few and far between … but I can’t help but wonder … what if?

The fact that it hasn’t happened yet and doesn’t look like it’s in my 5 year or 10 year plan is because it’s not my time. Wether or not my time comes, has yet to be decided. But, what if?

I’ve been writing for years and I understand that (within reason, and not always) it is one thing that I am OK at. I’m also young and have all kinds of time to figure whatever this is out – but there is a purpose to all of this. And it’s growing.

I’ve also had a glorious glass of wine – my kids are away for the night and we have a pizza in the oven. My night is wide open and after looking blankly at each other for about half hour wondering what the heck to do with ourselves, we walked to town and enjoyed afternoon drinks. Like real people without a care in the world. And that kind of fanciness gets you thinkin …

What’s in your “What if” bucket? I really want to know.