Say you're Hemmingway.
Money. Fame. Published Author.
Bully. Dictator. King or Queen of all you survey.
Whatcha gonna do with it? Make your family keep their traps shut until noon so you can write like Earnest did?
My fantasy? A huge field of green. A hut in the center. One road through the field down which my family comes thrice a day to bring me food, cheer, and their good tidings. A couple of kisses for the kids, a grope from the hubster, and the dustless departure of a group of humans whose happiness I made possible.
Then I take a dose of chocolate, a sip of an icy beverage in which the ice has not dared to sweat, let alone melt. I turn back to my desk to find my creation waiting patiently, prepared to jump back into the sky and take wing as soon as our eyes meet.
Oh, the power and joy in my arm when it pounces from me, into space! Into the world! And it will never be nothing again!
This is what my distractions steal from me.
And you? Whatcha got hiding in that back corner of your mind? Make a wish...or three. We'll all keep your secret.