Okay, so, I saw this title, “The Secret Life of My Billionaire Husband,” and I was like, what?! Gotta try this. I’m always up for a good story, and I figured I could make one up, even if my actual husband is, well, not a billionaire. Let’s just say he’s rich in… spirit.
Phase 1: The Brainstorm – Getting My Story Straight
First, I scribbled down some ideas. I needed a basic plot. What’s the secret? How did I find out? What was the reaction? My notes were a mess, full of crossed-out words and arrows pointing everywhere. I decided on the core idea: he was secretly funding a wildlife rescue operation in Africa. Like, the whole thing – vets, anti-poaching patrols, the works.
Phase 2: The “Research” (aka, Daydreaming)
Next, I spent a good hour just imagining the details. I googled “African wildlife sanctuaries” to get a feel for the setting, and I even watched a couple of documentaries about elephants. I needed to make it sound, you know, believable. Even though it was totally made up.
Phase 3: The Writing – Stringing Words Together
This was the hard part. I started writing a few times, then deleted everything. It sounded cheesy, or boring, or just plain dumb. I kept reminding myself to write like I was talking to a friend, casual and all.
- I began with a simple, “You won’t believe what I found out…”
- Then I had to make the story unwrap slowly, I can not just give the secret away.
Phase 4: The Editing – Making it (Slightly) Less Embarrassing
Once I had a draft, I read it out loud. Yeah, I felt a little silly, but it helped! I noticed a bunch of repetitive phrases and awkward sentences. I swapped out some words, rearranged a few paragraphs, and added in some more descriptive bits,like how I would feel finding this out.
Phase 5: The “Publishing” (aka, Sharing with My Bestie)
Finally, I copied the whole thing into a text message and sent it to my best friend, Sarah. I told her to pretend it was a blog post. Her reaction? A string of laughing emojis and then, “OMG, you should actually write this!”
So, there you have it. That’s how I went from seeing a crazy title to creating a whole (fake) story about my (not-really) billionaire husband’s secret life. It was a fun little experiment, and who knows, maybe I’ll actually turn it into a proper story someday. But for now, it’s just between me, Sarah, and the elephants.
