First off, before you tell me you're a long lost relative who loves me dearly, or a friend who has finally relocated me after years of searching, hear my story out...
After taxes, I'm sure there'll be barely enough to go around...And the truth is...I'm turning it down!!!
Okay, so how many of you get the: "I'm princess so and so from some other nation and I've written to you about how my father, the king, died and left me all this money from diamonds and emeralds and gold, oh my, and I need to get the cash from selling all this expensive stuff out of the country because my country is revolting. Well, maybe not that my country is revolting, but my people are revolting. Well, since I'm a princess, they're really no longer my people because daddy was the king and I can't rule in his place.
So I've got all this money and if you will give me your address, date of birth, social security number, bank account, and name of your first and last born, I will trust you when I send you a million trillion dollars and you can have ten percent, which amounts to a lot. And that's just because you are a good Christian and will be honest and take care of it for me because my father the king, well, deceased, would want it that way.
I have written before, but didn't get a response. Please, I'm in fear of my life and must leave right away, so contact me as soon as possible so I can transfer the million trillion dollars.
Your friend in this life and the next, Princess Lei."
Of course there are a million trillion versions of the poor princess's flight. Kind of like a writer's million trillion versions of the same story.
But this morning, of all things, I got one on Facebook. Yep, a personal message sent to me from a princess. No, not a princess. But someone else who is desperate to send me a million trillion dollars to my safekeeping.
And of course, the million trillion dollars is on its way by federal express.
In truth, the bears and books for the Australian Romance Readers Silent Auction for flood victims are on their way to Australia, and the book for the Brenda Novak diabetes auction is also.
I can't afford to take in a million trillion dollars. The IRS would want it all in taxes. And someone might accuse me of sending in a hit team to do away with the king so that I could get my 10 percent of his million trillion dollars as soon as his poor little princess daughter was left all alone in the world. So, no, it would not do to give in to greed.
But if you need some extra cash, I'll send the princess your way!
Of course, if anyone wants to send me a sexy wolf, I might be more amenable. This is not Duncan MacNeill on the beach before he shifts into a wolf in the Grand Cayman Islands, however. How do I know? The Highland warrior does not sport a tattoo. Which means the guy can't be a wolf. It's a shame. He does look like he could have been a wolf!
After not being able to go back to sleep at 4 AM, I'm up for the day--last day of work this week, and hope to have 1/3 of The Highland Wolf in Paradise written by this weekend. :) Hopefully. The way I feel right now, I'd be lucky to write one word. I think it's because I'm still thinking of giving away the million trillion dollars.
That's a sacrifice I know I have to make, however. *sigh*
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male."