I wish... that I could find my muse, or at least someone that would take me under their wing to push me to become a successful, more active writer. (Under their wing as long as they wear deodorant! )
I wish the media only reported facts without bias. ...and that stuff about bacon and malts. ... and that stuff about hangovers and cancer sounds pretty good too.
I could be done with all this logistical work I've got to do in the next couple weeks. Lots of drudgery on the horizon. Lots of rejected submissions, too. I am hoping for a success, and I know it is possible, but I fully expect to be rejected for the first round of, say, 100-200 I put out there. If my grandmother's favorite cookbook published my poems on the back of a biscuit recipe, I'd be ecstatic.
nice recovery there. I wish that I had a waterproof bum so that when toilet water splashed onto it it would all drip off without causing me any discomfort.
I wish that I had enough money for the future, my own signed copy of The Shadowhunter's Codex, and that there could be an end to poverty/cancer/Parkinson's disease and that people could just all be nice to each other and so we could have world peace and that my crush would notice me and that I was a better artist and writer.
Now I'm thinking of a love story of a professional author with a cold and emotionless lifestyle who slowly learns to love as he takes a new write as his protege... Sounds like a novella by Faust, lol. I'm immune to hangovers but not the sugar crashes from coolers and bailey's >.> I wish... All my stories would magically appear on paper through the magic of science.
I wish I didn't need to spend $30,000 and go to some stuffy university for 3 years to become a scientist and do some of this cancer/etc research you guys are talking about. I wish I could do science, art, and teach. For me, the inner workings of a protein molecule (and the outer workings like receptors and pathways and, you know, what the hell any of this means for the living, breathing human) are just as beautiful as the most elegant poem. I want it all, goddammit....
I wish I had a duffel bag filled with real life emoticons that I could carry around with me. Maybe I could set one on my shoulder or they could float by my head. That way nobody would have to ask me how I'm feeling or if I was being serious or not.
I'll take healthy immortality and income producing property so I can write full time and not have to work.
Wow. Your life must be just wonderful! I wish I'd stayed in university to study music and creative writing way back in the early 80s. And I wish I'd come out as gay much earlier.
Frivolous: I wish there was a way to film dreams so we could play them back on our TV's and watch them like a movie when awake. Serious: I wish for a disease-free and an abuse-free world.