We’ve all had that daydream. You know the one – a wealthy relative that you never knew dies and leaves you a gazillion dollars. Well, that’s where my current novel-in-progress was born. It’s a nice little daydream. You get to keep the gazillion dollars (even though it’s probably only half of a gazillion dollars after the IRS gets its share) and you really don’t have to do any mourning because you never knew Great Aunt Myrtle (or whoever it was that left you the gazillion dollars) to begin with. Yes, it’s a lovely little daydream.
Most people would probably wile away a rainy afternoon imagining how they would spend the gazillion dollars. Not me. I’m all about the details. I wanted a little more information about this scenario. Who is this mysterious long, lost relative? Why did he or she choose me as the sole recipient of said gazillion dollars? Then my slightly warped (ok, so maybe it’s more than slightly sometimes) imagination kicks in and a story starts to unravel in my head . . . . .
Patiently waiting for the rest of the story and knowing it will be worth the wait!
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