This time of year is all about the above.
Today, I announced to my parents that someday I intend to win a Pulizter Prize just because I can. Or maybe a Nobel Prize for literature. Either way, I'd be quite satisfied. (Perhaps I should concentrate on getting published first???) My father, ever the comedian told me the following joke, and seeing as it it April Fool's Day today, I thought I would share his appauling sense of humour with you all.
It goes something like this:
There once was a farmer named Paddy, living somewhere in Ireland. One day, his next door neighbour was driving through the paddocks and he saw Paddy standing out in the middle of one of them. "That's a bit odd," he thought to himself. The next day, Paddy seemed to still be there, so his neighbour approached him to find out what was going on.
"I'm trying to win a Nobel Prize," explained Paddy, "And I've heard all you have to do is be out standing in your field."
Did that story elicit a few groans of disgust the way it did when my mother and I heard it for the first time? No doubt it did.
But if I am going to win a Pulitzer, I suppose I will actually have to write something first. It won't be the Thriller, that's already been scrapped. But i have something up my sleeve.