The Million-Dollar idea hasn’t struck yet
As much as I’d like to get rich quick, or make a million dollars
overnight, I’ve come to the sad conclusion that it’s never going to
happen.
I’ve come to the realization that A) I’m not lucky in these
things, and B) I don’t come up with ideas that people really
like.
Oh sure, I can come up with ideas for newspaper articles all day
long, but when it comes to actual items that people would buy from
QVC, I’m at a disadvantage.
The Million-Dollar idea hasn’t struck yet
As much as I’d like to get rich quick, or make a million dollars overnight, I’ve come to the sad conclusion that it’s never going to happen.
I’ve come to the realization that A) I’m not lucky in these things, and B) I don’t come up with ideas that people really like.
Oh sure, I can come up with ideas for newspaper articles all day long, but when it comes to actual items that people would buy from QVC, I’m at a disadvantage.
Part of the problem is that a lot of items that I think are cool don’t seem to interest other people. Case in point: I was out selling things at the Santa Cruz Flea Market last weekend, part of my campaign to get rid of all my clutter, and I had a few items that I thought surely someone would buy.
For instance, I had a large vase, one of those ceramic ones about three feet high, that I think is pretty nice. People hardly looked at it all day. At the very end of the flea market, someone offered me $5, which I didn’t think was enough, so I still have the vase.
I also had about a thousand stuffed toys (well, I exaggerate slightly, but it seems like that many) which my children accumulated during their early years. I’ve been struggling to get rid of these things for about 10 years now.
I took them to the flea market, thinking that these would go like hotcakes … and they did not. I think I sold two during the entire day.
You would think stuffed animals would be one of those things that little kids would love, and yet the animals did not seem to attract much attention.
So: stuffed animals, a big fat no. And off to Goodwill they go.
Aside from selling material items, there are all these other things called “ideas” floating around in my head that I’d love to sell, only if someone would buy.
For some time now, I’ve been looking for plots for the novel I’m going to write someday. I have a few I’ve been tossing about for years, and then a new one that popped into my mind when I was on vacation recently.
My problem is that I love to think about these book ideas, but when I finally put them down on paper, they just don’t come out the way I imagined them. I write a few pages and then give up.
So either I’m not coming up with the right ideas or I’m not capable of executing them. Either way, it’s a nonstarter. Maybe the right novel idea, like true love, doesn’t come along very often.
The same thing goes for my forays into screenwriting, which lasted only for about 10 pages, when I realized what an utterly ridiculous plot it was turning out to be.
And then I have other ideas for household products and tools, which are great to think about, but I don’t have any idea about how to go about actually doing, because I am not that handy of a person.
I keep having this fantasy of having a multiple-use garden tool that could be used for pruning, planting and a few other things; that’s mostly because I’m lazy and don’t like lugging around a bucket of tools wherever I go.
“If only my pruner had a handle that could convert to a weeder,” I think when I’m out among the roses.
And then I think, well, if it’s such a great idea, someone would have invented it already. Right?
Well, at least it gives me something to dream about.
