No Ordinary Life
It's my father 's fault , really. He always used to say, "You three kids are so smart. If you would just put your heads together, you could make a million dollars." He was never very specific about how, exactly, we were supposed to make this million, but it generally included something along the lines of writing/acting/movie making. He was trying to be encouraging, I think. But, not yet having made our million--nor, indeed, put our heads together about anything since his 60th birthday party--it's hard not to feel that we've somehow missed our chance. But at what? I write (here, but also in an academic context); my brother writes novels as well as lectures and blogs ; my sister works as a script supervisor . We might have the talents to make something spectacular, but spectacular is not (necessarily) what makes millions. Pop is. The real question is, do we want to be pop? Or, indeed, famous? You know that I've struggled ...