I've been thinking about starting a magazine for teen girls. I am going to try and run over to the Jabberwocky office and talk to them about how expensive it is to publish their magazine.
I have ideas for columns, stories, and a title. I just don't know if I can afford to do this. Plus, I doubt I will have the time it takes to start one. I'm still trying to write my novel. Why did such a crazy idea sneak up on me?
I may be reading too much of Emily Dickinson.
I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--
Of Visitors--the fairest--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--
I do dwell in possibility, but there is something to be said for dwelling in reality too. It keeps you from overburdening yourself with too many things at once.