Almost everyone can conjure up a romantic fantasy of some sort. We’ve all got one “banked” on how that special moment might go and y’know… what kind of sandwich might be involved. Sorry. Too much info. But what about OUTSIDE the bedroom? Some are simple and could actually happen. Others… eh. Not so much. But mull these over.
- Running away and starting over from scratch. Yeah, thats called unemployment and for some more of a reality than fantasy. But who doesn’t love a “do-over?”
- Performing music to a massive, sold out, adoring crowd. Also known as being Jon Bon Jovi. Or John Tesh. Just trying to cover all the bases here.
- Having super powers. Thats sounds good on paper, but then you would be obligated to actually USE those them, and who’s got time to constantly be saving the world from super villains?
And for me? It’s pretty simple. Live on a beach. See the ocean each and every morning, while sipping a cup of good strong Columbian from a fresh pot of coffee. And then its off to work – but just a few feet away – where a manual typewriter and a bottle of good bourbon await my imagination as I crank out the OK American Novel. That’s right. The “OK” American Novel. I have no grand fantasies of writing The Great American Novel. I think its been done enough over the years, and the ones who HAVE done it wound up being haunted and tortured by their fame and success. But the OK one? Seems like they (the just OK novels) would be a tad easier to crank out in between bottles and wouldn’t carry anywhere near the responsibility. Let someone else write the next CATCHER IN THE RYE. I’ll crank out FOR WHOM THE BOOZE TOLLS.
But alas, these are fantasies. For now the realities will have to do. Which are the words you just read. Except they were written on a computer. And my view is the generator and tower that powers our radio station. There might be some bourbon in a desk drawer somewhere if the overnight cleaning person hasn’t gotten to it before me, but that’s another story for another time.