If I Were Famous…
(Cross-posted on the WriteClub blog)
Occasionally I fantasise about what I’d do if I became a rich and famous writer. And I’m not talking rich enough to give up the day job and pay off the mortgage. I’m talking about rich beyond the realms of reasonable possibility. JK-Rowling-sort-of rich and famous.
The first thing I’d do is buy a house with an indoor swimming pool, so I could do daily laps without having the general public get in my way. And the pool must be heated to 35c all the time. I’m a wimp – I hate getting into cold water. Of course I would also need to hire a Pool Boy – heated swimming pools require a lot of maintenance.
In this fantasy house there would be at least two gaming rooms, each with a couple of types of consoles and a 50″ flat screen TV. This is so at least two multi-player games could be going on at the same time. There would also be a retro games room, full of old arcade machines, including the original Space Invaders. There will also be a juke box in there, belting out 80s hits. In fact, I’ll just recreate Flynn’s arcade from TRON, and I’ll be set.
There will be a bar, of course. Stocked with plenty of bottles of Cloudy Bay. And a bartender to make cocktails.
While we’re on the subject of staff, I’ll need to have a housekeeper who will do all the chores, including the ironing, making the bed and changing the sheets weekly. And there’ll be a chef. I like to eat nice food, but I’m rubbish at cooking.
Sigh. Guess it’s time to stop daydreaming.
What things do you fantasise about buying, if money were no object?