Envy is a green-eyed stripper*
I wrote previously about my initial reaction to The Big Word Project but it’s come up again thanks to an article in Wired with the great opening lines :
“Ready to taste envy? To burn with regret?”
OK – I can admit it, I am definitely envious…
Well, I said as much before. Still, I’m not sure I can regret not having an idea. Isn’t regret for things you did, or did not, but made a conscious decision on? I simply never had the idea that I could charge people for a link from my site, and that’s what TBWP boils down to. Everything else said about it is just puffery.
If I ever crack the formula for success, fabulous wealth, and fame, it will be without being motivated by regret, or fear. It WILL be because I not only had a damn good idea (happens all the time) but because I stopped fantasizing about it. Imagining it like an award resplendently adorned with flowers and sparkly gems, delivered on a velvet cushion by a tuxedoed valet.
No, it will be because I got off my duff and made it happen, like Ze says I should…
*I’ve never met a stripper named Envy, but I’m betting there is one out there, and I like to imagine she wears green contacts. She’s probably working nights to pay the medical bills for the grandmother who raised her since her parents accident.
Of course, she’s studying days to become a doctor and find a cure for the rare disease which plagues her dear Grammie. If only she hadn’t been dancing tonight, and overheard the terrorists planning to poison the reservoir, she wouldn’t be boob-deep in danger now.
It’s a race against time versus men who don’t fear death, and only the lonely computer programmer who lives across the hall from her studio apartment can help her save the city, and maybe, the world.
Posted by Phi Sanders on Thursday, April 24, 2008
