Sometimes I think about what my perfect life would be like. Obviously, it wouldn’t be perfect, nothing ever is, but a life I would enjoy.
In my practical fantasies, I would be an English professor at one of my alma maters, where I would teach literature and creative writing classes. Hopefully I would inspire a student or two the way my favorite professors have inspired me. My writing would be doing well in terms of creative productivity and sales. I would be able to afford a small but comfortable house complete with room for my books and my dogs. Nothing big, probably older to ensure it has some charm. Continue reading