You know what would be great about being famous? I mean, apart from the pre-dinner cocktails, the private chef, and the personal assistant?
If you were phenomenally famous, you could call up a magazine editor… or you could have your personal assistant call up a magazine editor… because you’d just written a 100-page prose poem about nasturtiums, and the editor would say, “when can we have it?!?”
Wow. That would be cool.
Fortunately, I have a blog to publish my nasturtium reveries, and so no need for fame.