What I wanted to be when I grew up (after I grew up) —
At first I wanted to study culinary arts so I could brandish sharp blades and serve creamed rabbit and stuffed fuligulines, but I can't function until my kitchen is clean, and the kitchen was always a mess, so I pretty much couldn't function at all. That blew the whole chef idea.
Then I wanted to perform on Broadway, but I'm a horrible liar and couldn't even pull off acting in the community musical. What a flop. They still avert their eyes when they see me.
After that, I figured I'd like to paint and sell my wares at craft shows. I don't mean to bloviate, but I paint a darn good Santa ornament. The crafting went well. Unfortunately, the income didn't. That career choice turned out not to be for me.
I wondered what else I could possibly do since what I'd really like is to be Captain Jack Sparrow's wench, and not just because of the corset to hold in all the flab. But alas, he is only fictional, so I couldn't do that either.
Finally, a friend of mine got me excited about playing around with words. And I started writing. And I couldn't stop. And I never got paid. But I didn't care. Bingo! The correct profession, at last. Best of all, I can read all the books I want and it's considered research.
And now that I've finished my "what I wish I could be list", there is something included in it that isn't altogether true. Can you guess what it is?