“If I were suddenly a bestselling author with lots of fame & royalties… how might my life and/or my typical days be different?” That is the question of the week.
Well, I think I covered what I would do altruistically when we were asked sometime back about suddenly getting our mitts on a million bucks,(“If I Were a Rich [Wo]Man” Sept. 5, 2014), but day-to-day?
I would certainly streamline a few things around here. I would have said I’d enlarge my house to make things easier, but since I am near a prominent corner and there is interest is in acquiring my place to be built upon, I think moving would be in order.
When I met a New York Times best-selling author, I asked her about time to write. I added, “Oh, but you must have [hired] help.” She said, almost apologetically, “I do. I have so many people working for me right now it is embarrassing.” I said, “Oh, don’t apologize for giving people jobs! I would LOVE to be in the position to give people jobs.” And you bet I would.
I’d free myself up for writing and cultural/social events that I am hard-pressed to find the time or the means to attend. I’d be at signings, (other people’s), conferences, book fests, you name it. I’d have help for the housework, large and small. I’d have people around to help hold down the fort here for the pets and grandkids. I could subsidize relatives so they wouldn’t have to work elsewhere, which brings me to the big one: my husband could take an early retirement.
It would be wonderful to have him around more. And since times fell on us and he has taken a job with honest work, it’s only been ‘work’, and not intellectually fulfilling. Plus, he puts in overtime and works evening so it’s been difficult socially for some years now to have guests or go out for an evening. We’d also have the time and dollars to do a little traveling. He’d probably go back to college for a post-graduate degree. I’ve thought of going back to school, but I doubt that I would. I know my time is limited.
With the grandkids here, I don’t feel like I can
escape leave Kentucky. After more than twenty years of being here I know that fame and fortune won’t change anything about my comfort level or my \ status although I know that some here would seek me out who don’t now. I am afraid that since I am deemed unworthy of their social circles now, any new f&f of mine might make a difference to them , but they will still be unworthy of my attention. I can choose my own company based on those who finds me interesting NOW, thank you very much.
If you don’t know the song from which I borrowed the title, here is Peggy Lee’s version. OK, I would certainly not change everything about me, just be able bring out what I haven’t been able to shine before.[Ignore the part about no one wanting you when you’re old and gray, btw!]
However, I can dream of things being different. Have you ever seen the movie “Bedazzeled”? It’s one of my favorites. Brendan Frasier plays a hapless cubical worker who tries too hard to ingratiate himself with his fellow workers, and he has a mad, unrequited crush on a woman who works for another part of their company. The devil, in the beautiful form of Elizabeth Hurley, offers to give him everything he wants including the woman of his dreams. In terribly funny scenarios, all of which include his fellow workers, his wishes fall apart one by one. It is a morality play and all ends well. However badly all of Brendan’s wishes pan out, if you see the movie, watch for when HE is a rich and famous author. Do you see his co-worker-turned-society hostess?
I would be her. Or, rather, I’d have her location, her penthouse, her money, her position, her party… and her dress!
Ah, well, that will never happen, but the rest could.
Don’t recall ever hearing that Peggy Lee song, though I did like several of hers. She had a very relaxed, mellow voice.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen the entire movie Bedazzled — not the Dudley Moore version and not the Brendan Fraser remake. But I have seen bits and pieces. Enough to know that the main character always learns that what he so longed for has turned out awful, topsy-turvy, etc. In most cases, as I recall, it was because of technicalities: he didn’t wish completely enough, didn’t cover all the bases, didn’t list all the pertinent details. His wishes were very general in one sense, but he devil tripped him up in the specifics every time.
Sorry you haven’t grown to like KY. I’ve been here only 9 years and I really like it here.
I didn’t know there was another version of “Bedazzled” ,Jeff. It shows you can’t mess with the Devil or trust him, even when he looks like a beautiful woman. To be good and unselfish , let go and let God, as it were, will lead you to what is really your heart’s desire and the best for you, not what you try to make it to be.
I think it is the community here that was so closed for so long and continues to be that is really hard.You have found a niche in your area; we “Brought-Ins” here can’t break in.
But I won’t go into all of that.
I don’t really know why looking on YouTube I chose Peggy Lee’s version of the song; there are many others.
it actually sounded more like a Billie Holliday song to me
You are right, but I believe it’s a jazz “standard” that many people sang.”Metrical” used it for their ads, if you are old enough to remember the original weight-loss drink
I’m not familiar with the song or movie either. But I like the idea that by hiring all these helpers you’re giving them the opportunity to work. And early retirement is great. Hope it works for your husband to give up his job sometime soon.
I’m also on board with having the time and means to attend more cultural and social events. So much to see, so much to do!
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Yes, there is never enough time. Unless something BIG happens, Joe will keep working for some years yet…but I can always hope.
I have not seen that movie since it came out. Now I want to watch it so I can see what you are talking about there.
I imagined you helping out family with the extra money you would get if you were to become rich. What kind of house would you get?
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I’d still go for a ranch house, Angie; stairs and I don’t get along any more! It would just be bigger than the ones I have been scouting in case the offer comes back on the one I’m in now.