Fantasy indeed..

B writes, this afternoon:
Whats up?

I reply:
Nothing.

B writes:
Wow da…what a precise/concise answer. I always knew you had the talent to do something on these lines… Ok. I want you to start writing a novel. Completely fiction peeps. Can you do it? We can work on a plot together. Some fantasy novel like Harry potter/Twilight. Obviously it should be something new and original…you could make a lot of money! ;)

I reply:
I think you're delusional.
Looks like I have the writing bug in me after all!

B writes:
Haha… see… such precise writing. Why, if I may ask, am I delusional? I think you have the talent. You just refuse to believe it…

I blog:
Who does not dream of writing their own novel! Especially someone, like me, that reads almost a book a day..

I remember this one summer afternoon when Jan (one of my BFFs from when I was 2) and I, were bored. Both of us, in a flight of fancy, decided to write a novel. We were convinced that we would be the next Enid Blyton. Of course, no school girl stories for us. It had to be a jungle safari. What else! And the novel had to open up with a bang. Gripping the readers and drawing them in right from the first line where.. "She woke up in the middle of the night, startled". Then followed a lot of drama for about two chapters, by which time the computer conked out during one of those frequent power cuts (this was the time before the UPS) and all our stuff was lost. You'd think we'd have enough sense to save it!

And then there was the junior year in high school, when Zee, Bhare and I - the bunch of X-Files and Alien freaks - decided to come up with something sci-fi for a filler skit for some annual school show. And off we went. To this wonderful planet of aliens, with a single suction tipped snout in the middle of their head for a mouth, and some extreme body structure, etc. The comic story was chock-a-block full of weird chemical and mathematical names for aliens and places and events. And we were so thrilled with the outcome that we were expecting Hollywood to come a-knocking. They did knock indeed.. the school principal and the teachers, that is. To bring us back to reality :) Of course, we were their favorite students, and they just let us down gently saying, 'We thought of something else for the filler…'

So you see, I'm not new to these big grand dreams of getting published... Or a screenplay for the next big sarcastic/slap-stick comedy... Or a column a la Dave Barry or Art Buchwald.. Or, of course, the "In" thing these days.. Fantasy.

On a side note, I hit a 100 posts! Oh my.