Hiya, friends! (Let’s be real–it’s SUPER HARD to come up with post intros . . .)
Have you ever wondered where you’ll be in ten years? OF COURSE YOU HAVEN’T. Because you have a life whilst I just sit around all day contemplating the future. But let’s get real for a second. Hey, have any of you guys ever played the game MASH? Ya know, you write down a bunch of houses and salaries and jobs and guys and then you slowly eliminate them by chance until you have this conglomeration of house, salary, job, number of children, and guy. When I was little and played this game, I always discovered I would live in a trailer home, be a professional pooper scooper (and yet my salaries was $1,000,000 . . . guess I’m saving up for the kids’ college huh?), and mother to about twenty kids.
Well, I’m going to make a guess at my life in ten years and, if we’re all still around, I’ll return in ten years and compare my life. Hopefully, I shan’t be disappointed.
And psst . . . I want to know your answers too! Comment them down below and you can check back later and compare too.
First of all, let’s just remember in ten years I’ll nearly be 27. So I’ll be, like, OLD, ya know.
Let’s start with the house. I don’t know why, but let’s.
A few months ago, I was on my way to a soccer game when I saw THE MOSTEST BESTEST CUTEST HOUSE EVER IN EXISTENCE. Cuddled in a corner of our downtown area, it stood in a paradise of overhanging trees. It was Victorian. It was hugeish. It was made of this weather beaten white stuff (don’t know what the word is but it wasn’t brick that’s for sure) AND it was covered in this gorgeously green moss and ivy. I could see myself in the window, with my hair in a cute bun and with my glasses on, chugging out my latest novel.
I’ll be a professional graphic designer . . . I’ll probably own my own business and do marketing and graphics for it (AHHHHH THEY BOTH GIVE ME SUCH A BUZZ). I already know what my graphic design company name is going to be . . . but I won’t tell you so you don’t run off and steal it. NAUGHTY NAUGHT PERSON.
Of course, I’ll also be a multipublished author. I’ll write YA novels (because that is a genre that needs all the help it can get), both the feely type but also fantasy. Right now I’m working on a retelling of the pied piper. I can’t figure out if the main character is gonna fall in love with the pied piper. She’s confused about him. I’m confused about him. HE’S JUST SO CONFUSING AND SENDING US THESE MIXED MESSAGES AND AHHHHH oh wait I’m in charge of writing him ACK I’m the complicated one.
I’ll probably have at least two kids by then. A boy and a girl, preferably. I already like the name Blaise, Genevieve, and Evangeline so I have plenty to choose from. I’m not very good at guy names though. In books I write I always sit there for a few minutes scratching my head.
Uh . . . Bob. Henry. BOB. Charlie. BOB. Bill. Simon. BOB IT MUST BE BOB!!
Don’t worry, I always get through it. Eventually.