Like every man, I have needs. This isn’t about that. This is about my wants — some things I want, that don’t reach to the level of actual need. These wants are specific to me — no “I want world peace” crap here, just things I think would make my life a little cooler. Here are things I want, in no particular order:
Someone buy me one. I’ll dedicate the book to you.
Oh, I’m just kidding.
(This one would be nice.)
Stop looking at me like that! I’m joking!
(Get me this one and I’ll name a character in the book after you, too! One that doesn’t die horribly!)
Jeez, people. You’d think by now you’d know when I’m ribbing you.
(I’m serious, man.)
Enough of that.
For the record, my desire for a Mac does not mean I’d be doing the “switch,” as they like to say, since I’d be keeping and continuing to use my Windows machines (Two reasons: Games, and two button mice. Yes, I’m serious about the two button mouse. Right-clicking rocks). I’ll just be openly biprocessorial. Hey, I’m not ashamed.
The modification I would make to the standard-issue gazebo is to have netting one could put up in the “windows” to keep the bugs out; we do get mosquitoes and other flying annoyances. You can get gazebos with actual windows if you want, but I suspect having a tiny little enclosure completely surrounded by glass on a hot summer day isn’t actually a recipe for outdoor enjoyment.
3. I want to work a slush pile. Every publisher who accepts unagented submissions has a got a stack of manuscripts from hopeful would-be writers reaching toward the sky (here’s one from Tor, my SF publisher). For those of us fortunate enough to have escaped the pile, the stack nevertheless holds a fascination — after hearing editors describe why the vast majority of manuscripts are, in fact, unpublishable, one has a desire to dive into the pile one’s self and confirm this fact to one’s own satisfaction. It’s kind of the writer’s version of facing one’s own mortality, a “there but for the grace of God” moment, if you will.
Now, one thing that does distinguish me from many writers is that I’ve also been an editor, and an editor handling submissions — I’ve worked a slush pile of my own. But that pile was for short, humorous pieces, not novels, and I don’t doubt that the slush pile for novels has a pathology of its own. I also don’t doubt that the idea of wading into the slush pile for a spell is more appealing than actually doing it, just as idea of anything is usually more appealing than actually doing it (actually doing things often requires work). I’ve heard first-hand stories from authors who decided to read slush on a lark and have come out of it a few hours later shocked, humbled and bored by the experience.
Be that as it may, I think it’s worth a try. The next time I’m in New York, I may hit up the Tor folks to sit in on the slush pile. It could be fun. And you never know: I might find something good. If I found something worthy in the slush pile, and it actually did get published eventually, well, I think that’d be the coolest thing ever.
4. I want a big honkin’ external hard drive. We’re talking like a terabyte of storage, although I’d settle for a quarter of that at the moment. I’ve just about maxed out my hard drives in my computer with MP3s and other multimedia files and it’s beginning to affect my computer. I need to offload all this crap onto another drive. This is clearly the most achievable of my “I Wants” so far, and I imagine I’ll be purchasing one for myself sometime soon.
And that’s pretty much all I want at the moment. Seems pretty reasonable overall, I think. Feel free to list some of your own wants. You know, if you want.