The Daily Post today posed this question:
Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet).
I would knock on Johnny Depp’s front door and when he answered it (dressed only in a white bathrobe) I would ask to come in. He would, of course, say, “Of course,” and I would follow him to his living room where he would prepare us each a glass of absinthe. We would then proceed to discuss how much he would pay me to allow him to play the lead in my novel-turned-movie which would in turn guarantee that I would be the richest woman in Canada. Why?
Because there are nude scenes in my novel. Of course.
Why haven’t I tried this yet? Only because I’m not finished the final edit…