one chinchilla w/ everything

I suppose if I were a chinchilla having everything wouldn't be such a bad thing. Large cage, plenty of dust for those pleasantly invigorating dust baths, one of those water bottles with the plastic tube hanging on the cage ever at the ready. Heck, come to think of it, a life with everything chinchilla style or no, would be spiffy. Now I don't want to complain--today being international take a look at what you've got and suck it up day--but I do wish to point out that the song I hear playing everywhere these days is We Could Have Had it All, so maybe it's not just me. Now that Harry Potter is on to his own midlife crisis with the kids off to school and Ginny looking more like her mother every day, my child asked me when our Ms. Rowling will out with another book. Not one to let a learning opportunity slip by, I posed my own question, okay, two: first, I said, are you crazy? if you had a billion dollars and three kids and a busy schedule full of red carpets, tea with the Queen (not of the royal sort or Latifah girl, but the big O) would you sit down for hours everyday staring at the screen or the notebook or your third left fingernail or your cat or the mouse and one click and to solitaire you go, and drag yourself through all the hard, tedious, and did I mention, hard, work of writing? Of writing, not a letter mind you, not a shopping list for the next spin through any store you damn well please and step on it James, but a book, a novel for crying out loud, which means many pages and all those mumbo jumbo ideas and that pile of snippets on post its, and let's not forget--oh no, let's not forget because no one else in the entire world who has heard of Hogwarts is going to, that the next one had better be good. Better than good, it would have to be, as Harry himself would say, brilliant.

I suppose when you are down here at the bottom of the heap amidst the dustlings, things aren't so bad after all.


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