Preface to "How to Be Rich"
Preface. $$$$ The untold story of this first draft was crafted inside my head. A first draft that will never transform into words on a page. That night though, it conjured tears that streamed down cheeks as pixie dust snow pelted my headlights and dazzled the dashed yellow lines that flew by as fast as the memories flashing across my mind’s dashboard. Memories that mean nothing to no one, but everything to me… I once wrote a story of a treasure no one could see. It was a “shitty first draft” as Anne Lamott would say, and perhaps still is. The story was about a lost pirate ship two coworkers set out to find and hold the valuable treasure. Instead, there was an empty treasure chest with an inscription that read: “Real treasure cannot be found on a sunken pirate ship, so let me give you a tip. It may sound funny, but don’t worry about the money. When you find that valuable itch, you know you’ll truly be rich.” That shitty first draft was a treasure I could not yet see. It’s ...