Did you ever watch that Madonna Movie, Who’s That Girl?
An uptight New York tax lawyer gets his life turned upside down, all in a single day, when he’s asked to escort a feisty and free-spirited female ex-convict whom asks him to help prove her innocence of her crime.
I don’t know why that movie comes to mind tonight. I haven’t seen it in years and I’ve heard any music which would make me think of it. But while sleeping, I dreamt about myself and my book and me going BIG. I mean, I was getting emails, calls, interviews, talk shows, the works, you know?
And it seemed like it all happened in a blink of an eye. It was definitely a nice dream. I felt, however, it wasn’t myself that was big…but the book. It was as though all of a sudden my life was no longer my life and my book owned me…ruled my life. I was no longer Michala, but I was the girl that wrote that book. And whereas I would have liked for people to ask, Who’s that girl…they were instead asking, “Who’s that book?” I know…quite strange indeed.
I wonder if authors really endure that though. Do they get swallowed up by the novel they wrote and instead of being a name they are instead the book they wrote. Now, granted…big names like Rowling, Meyers, Stephen King (I’m so sorry Stephen for lumping you in with those ‘non-literary works’) they are PEOPLE…NAMES…they aren’t their books so much. They are the names that represent the book.
Is all or any of this making sense? I did just wake up within the last hour so perhaps I’m still a bit muddled with sleep. LOL
Anyway..in a sense writing the novel is my crime and I want to be proven innocent…and worthy of staying above water. Hmm…now that I reread this…I think its cheesey and nonsense. I’ll still hit publish because it was my randomness and there must be some significant meaning somewhere around here…If you see it, please, do tell me. LOL