In a perfect world i´d be able to make a living out of my writing. I´d live in a nice quiet small village somewhere in Italy and would be writing my short stories everyday. Everything and anything could trigger my next story. I´d just ride my bike through the village and past the cute little cottages to get some fresh air and some oxygen into my brain. I´d ride my bike in the early morning so i could watch the beautiful sunrise. Then i´d sit in my favorite Café with my laptop and write yet another short story while having one of the best coffees Italy has to offer.

When i want a break i´d just shut down my PC for a bit and watch the gorgeous young Italian lad who comes into the Café every two or three days. He sits down to have his coffee and sometimes has a croissant with his Cappuccino while reading the papers. Then he gets back up again and leaves. After the break, I´d switch my PC back on and continue writing the story. I´d write one story a day and by the end of the month, I´d email my publisher everything i´ve written that month. Once a year i´d publish a new book of short stories. I´d let my publishing house deal with all the marketing and stuff. I´d just do the writing and once a week i´d take a day off and i´d just ride my bike and go into town. Sometimes i´d buy a new dress and then wear it the next day. Sundays i´d go to church and in the afternoon, i´d have a picnic on the grass right next to the church.

In the evening, i´d return back home and have dinner with my husband. Sometimes i´d have a girls night in with my best friend. We´d have a nice glass of red wine and just talk about whatever. After dinner i´d sit down with my husband and tell him whatever i´ve written during the day and he tells me about all the big and little adventures he had with our kids that day. I´d watch our girls grow up and i´d grow old with my husband. I´d watch our girls start school, get cheated on by their first boyfriends and just living their lives. They´d get married, have kids, get divorced and get remarried. At the end of my life, i´d be surrounded by my girls and their families and i´d tell my husband that i love him before closing my eyes forever.