When I Grow Up
One day, I might grow up. (yes I am in my 40's, but that's just a number) As a child, all you wanted was to be a grown up. How stupid were we!
When I grow up, I might be a writer. One who flits about to different conventions, speaking to those about my world, and what it's like to be a writer. Right now, I am content to being unknown. (I never want to be a household name, but I really should do a book signing. I'm certain there would be about 10 people who would show up. Still, it is something I should do.)
We have a local comi-con. It's called ThunderCon. Perhaps one day I will book a table at their event, and be a real writer. Sit and watch the flow of people go by, wonder who the F I am, and why I'm at the event. One day...
Many writers and artists exist in my little town. We have events all over the city where they can showcase their abilities. I'm not grown up enough to join them, yet. My goals do not even include things such as these at the moment.
Yes one day, I might grow up. Right now, I like playing in the rain, splashing in puddles and getting all muddy. I want to keep swinging on swings, climbing trees and other fun things. Being a grown up isn't so much fun, so I will hold off until it is necessary.