Sometimes I wonder what's it like to be, you know, be a star?
Like one of those people you see on the magazines and they have people following them around and they get to travel the world...
Okay, I'm more interested in the 'travel the world' part than anything else, really. Hahaha. (I'm jealous of Selena Gomez. So many countries! I also want. Go. Me. Want.)
But I don't think the life would suit me. I mean, sure, it'll be nice. All those red carpet events and Emmys (that's red carpet too... LOL), and er... I don't know what else.
Ah! And having money... no.
Having fans?
Anyway.
It wouldn't suit me because I want to be a writer. Sure I want to be a famous writer, and I would love it for my words to be translated into 265863863865 (random number) languages. (I don't think there's actually that many languages.)
And they'll be read all over the world, and I can make my living writing.
So while I dream of being a rock star, that dream will stay a dream. One that I'll visit in my sleep. Or write about. Whichever.
Speaking of writing, I didn't write a word yesterday. I cut down some words and... that was all. I better have my 6000 words by today. No more slacking, Georgia!
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