Today it’s my pleasure to introduce you to my friend Amy Matayo. One of the joys of writing is meeting really interesting people and Amy is one of those. Her debut novel, just released. I’ve got it on my iPad, ready to read the next time I get a break. The concept is clever and I can’t wait to dive into it. Here’s Amy:
Would YOU marry a stranger for two million dollars?
I totally would not. Definitely wouldn’t. No way, not happening. Not in a million years. Certainly not for something as trivial as cash.
I could finally take that trip to Fiji I’ve wanted to take since watching The Blue Lagoon when I was an inappropriately underage pre-teen girl. But I loved that movie. Loved it. Fantasized about wearing a loin cloth and traipsing around carefree though lush foliage and abandoned caves. Dreamed of swimming underwater Brooke Shield’s-style with seriously cute Christopher Atkins (I might have been ten years old, but I noticed). Whatever happened to him, anyway? He was adorable in a permed-hair, blonde, native islander kind of way.
I could hire the housekeeper I’ve dreamed of hiring since buying my first home fourteen years ago. I’ve basically lived in the slums since then. Okay, not really. But things would very likely be one-hundred percent better if someone would clean my toilets a little more often than I manage to do them myself. And don’t get me started on my windows. I’m pretty sure there’s a sun shining outside most days. It might be nice if I could actually see the light through the haze otherwise known as my dirty window panes.
I could finally plunk some money down on a chef. The sacrifice would be totally worth it for this one expense alone. Because my kids are tired of Mac & Cheese and Taco Bell on a rotating basis. But I’m a writer. I don’t have time for trivial nonsense like trying to keep all the food groups in alignment or making sure the dishes are washed. I don’t have time for laundry or regular showers either, but that’s a whole other issue.
So would I marry a stranger for money? Absolutely I would.
Now I just have to convince my husband to let me do it.