I’ve been caught up in the Big Wednesday madness that has taken over the country in the past few weeks.
Last week it was up to $26 (ish) million and I could barely think what I’d spend it on, and this week it’s already up to $35M.
I know the odds of winning are astronomical (1 in 16M) but I think just the fantasy that I might win has been worth a ticket price. Which is hard for me to say because I have called it “stupid tax” for years. My sister told me to think of it as a donation to the arts instead. I think I’ll take that further and say it’s an investment in my career because somewhere down the line I’ll be applying for funding for something. Yup, that’s right I’m not wasting my money; not at all…
Lottery madness inevitably leads to conversations about what you’d do if you win. Would you give up work? Who would you tell?
I had this conversation a few weeks ago with a friend (Hey M!) when the jackpot was some piddling number, say $15M or so. It went something like this:
W – I don’t know if I’d keep writing.
M- Of course you would.
W – I don’t know if I’d be as driven; I want to succeed as a writer so I get money…
M – What money?!
And then we laughed and drank more beer.
But there was a little bit of truth in it. Part of me does hope that one day this writing lark will pay off. And not in an artistically satisfied way. I mean a pay-off-my-student-loan-and-buy-a-house kind of way. So I guess I live in a monetary fantasy world whether or not I buy Lotto…
My Lotto madness has paid off – in the artistically satisfied sense of course. Last week I wrote a screenplay based on my novel. I wanted to set up that one character dreams of owning her own place and taking care of her nearest and dearest. She had a Lotto conversation with the other character (Mae) and said if she won lotto Mae could retire… which meant I could set up how important work is for Mae and the idea that she might need an apprentice.
I wonder if I have to thank the Lotteries Commission for that?
I suppose I should apologise for my slackness in writing posts. I’m hoping that it’s becoming a charming aspect of my personality but I suspect it is not.
I have been busy with screenplays, rewriting a short story for the Katherine Mansfield award and will be launching into a rewrite of Kiwiana Charlatan that I hope to get done in the next couple of weeks.
Then back into the novel for (fingers crossed) my last hurrah.
Funny. Deep down I think of myself as a deeply lazy person (I dream of sleep ins and naps. If I ever become a full time writer I’m doing it Spike Milligan style in jammies and a big bed) but my workload would refute that.
Must dash – deadlines loom.
I’ll be back…sometime.