Write a detective story when you are 12. It will be published in your school newspaper. It is cold where you live and when you are studying for your classes, that is all you will think about, that it is cold. When you are sixteen, you will be expelled from your school. How do you explain your poor grades on the weather? Some things, you just can't explain, you learn. Despite your poor grades, you will attend Princeton. You are bright! It was the weather all along. A war will begin and you will enlist. The war will end. Fall in love. Get engaged. Get your heartbroken when your lover ends the engagement. Write. Write a book and submit it to Scribner's and have it accepted. Your love will resume your engagement. Become friends with other writers. Write a masterpiece. Get rich. Become a celebrity. Your marriage is hot. Your marriage is cold. Write short stories to make money. Write more books. More money. Write an anticipated follow-up novel to your masterpiece. It is a disappointment to most. Work for Hollywood. Drink too much and not enough. Soon too much is never enough. Have a heart attack. Have a massive heart attack while eating a candy bar. Die.
People will talk about you. They will read your novels and your short stories. That cold place you grew up in will boast that you grew up in that cold place. That you were born there. That you wrote your first short story there. And that it was a detective story.
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