Monday, April 6, 2009

If I grow up, I want to be a dreamer.

Business cards? Forget business cards. I will hand out scarves, beautiful scarves. They'll all be different colors and possess their own unique scents: key-lime green, peach pie orange, merlot red, mild apple pink. Wrap the scarf around your face, and with one breath, you'll be transported to a myriad of fantastical worlds full of dangerously headstrong women, beautifully damaged men, and romances fraught with brutal complications.

When I grow up, I want to be Alice Hoffman. I want to be Audrey Neffenegger. I want to be Neil Gaiman, Sarah Waters, Edith Wharton. I want to be Colin Meloy. I want to be someone who makes magic happen with the touch of her fingers.

I want to be a writer.

Barring that, I'd just like a lot of scarves. :)


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