I can barely stand for people to look at me now. I think if I were famous, even a little bit, it would drive me crazy. There comes a point with fame where you almost have to be rich just to live a normal life…for example today during one of my sons’ birthday party we sat outside in the backyard enjoying a nice fire. The kids enjoyed themselves; a good time was had by all. Nobody bothered us, nobody hassled us, there were no creeper photographers sneaking around the house trying to take pics of my kids, no obsessed fans trying to get into the yard to get at us. If I were famous, I could not live this way. I would have to spend lots of money just to be able to live semblance of a normal life, what with security and body guards and all. And folks following my kids around, taking pics of my babies, ugh. Just thinking about having to live that way makes me feel incredibly tired. Who needs it?
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- I'm Trula aka Mercury Lynch and this is my writing blog. I write essays, short stories, poetry, and books, publish a magazine, and own a small used bookstore. Yes, I live in words. Seed & Flame is part of the MSPmedia network ©2006-2009 All Rights Reserved
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