There’s a hashtag floating around Twitter — #in10years — that’s got me thinking about what’s going to happen, what life’s going to be like, a decade from now.
My first thought was that my youngest son would be graduating from high school. Scary…
Actually, that’s not true. My first thought was about me, narcissistic writer that I am. Where will I be in 10 years as a writer? Will I be a successful published novelist? Will copies of Baby Grand be blissfully gathering dust in my bookshelves next to The Da Vinci Code and Good Girls Don’t Get Fat? Will I be agonizing over the name of my umpteenth book? Will I be penning a companion column to Stephen King’s “The Pop of King” in Entertainment Weekly? Will I be teaching writing at a prestigious university? Will I be happy?
Well, a girl can hashtag, can’t she?