Yesterday, as Hubby and I drove home from Camp Dashofy
What If should be familiar to writers. We ask ourselves what
if such and such happened and then create an entire novel around the premise. Since
I’m in Frenzied Rewrite Hell, I’ve been playing What If a lot recently. What if
this character wasn’t a stranger to that character, but was an old friend? How
would that change the story? Would it improve it? YES! Time for more rewriting.
As for Hubby and I, we went through our usual list of What
Ifs including what if money were no object, what kind of car would you buy? What
if money WERE an issue and something happened to my car, what kind of car would
I replace it with? Argh! I love my car. I didn’t like that one.
Hubby threw a new one at me inspired I suppose by a recent
viewing of The Bucket List. And since I’m in Frenzied Rewrite Hell and can’t
think of anything else to blog about, I’m going to pose it to you.
What if you knew you were going to die and money was no
object, what one thing would you do?
My answer was easy. I’d go out West. Colorado Wyoming
Your turn. Money is no object. You only get one shot at this Bucket List. What one thing would you do with your remaining time on earth?
