The daily prompt has asked what I want to do before I die? And my answer has to be – I don’t know.
Six months ago I’d never have thought I’d end up sitting at a computer and writing a blog having had one book published and two deadlines for another two. Yet, here I am.
I would never have thought that I’d go back to drawing. Yet, I have, and am being regularly published as an illustrator.
But I don’t have the money to blithely step onto a plane and disappear on holiday. Would I want to anyway? My holidays in the past have always included something else, an experience as well as new place. This has stood me in good stead for the writing. I have a massive library of different situations that I can use. So perhaps my bucket list should be a list of things I would like to experience.
In fact there is only one place out there that I’d like to visit, and that is the Norwegian Fjords. I really want to see them. If I had a bucket list they would be on the top.
Then there is the things I would like to do. I’d love to go scuba diving, go sailing, ride a horse for a week with no cars, experience living in a gypsy caravan, stay in a penthouse, go to a comic con, get a picture in a London Gallery and see a book of mine sell-out. And there are masses more.
But oddly they are not all things I can go see. I have got to build to them. I have to work hard and hope that at the end my wish will be granted. But even if it isn’t it doesn’t matter. After all, I can always use the lemons to make a refreshing drink. If the wish makes you an ogre revel in your green-ness.
So I don’t have a bucket-list. Because it is always changing. Who knows where I’ll be in six months. All I know is that it might not be here, and I can’t wait to find out. 🙂