I didn’t mean “secret splurges” like that—ew!  You should be ashamed of yourself!

Anyway.

Last weekend, two my favorite writing pals, Sara Mclizzl (there—are you happy?  Even though McClinginstein is MUCH better!) and Cristin Terrizzl, came over to my place for a few days of writing fun—and since the Virginia Festival of the Book was closer to my house than it was to theirs.

And so Sara wouldn’t be alone in case she wore two different boots to dinner.  But I digress.

Aw, yeah.

One of the things we talked about—outside of The Hunger Games movie and whom to query and what to put in our crepes (thanks, C!) was what we’d splurge on if we became rock star authors with rock star advances.

Cristin was the most passionate about this. She has obviously known for a long time, as she says that white socks, right out of the

package, are the best things ever.  So she’d splurge on socks—she’d buy packages

and packages of white socks (Hanes, I believe? I’m not sure that mattered) and she’d wear them only once.*

Sara . . . well, I’m not sure if Sara came up with anything.  But perhaps she’d splurge on the purple fountain pens she already buys in bulk.  Maybe she’d only write with those—and maybe only once, before she’d toss each one over her shoulder because she’d be so badass. And children would scramble in her wake just to pick them up and run home with them.  “Look what I found, Mom! One of Sara McClinginstein’s purple fountain pens!”

And, I . . . well, I don’t know.  I’m kind of boring.  I didn’t come up with anything at the time, but maybe I’d keep a special pantry permanently stocked with my favorite flavored coffee—banana nut bread.

Or I’d buy medicated ChapStick by the drawerful, so whenever Molly ran off with one and ate it under the bed (Molly’s a dog, folks), I’d have another one on deck.

That's how I roll, baby.

Meh. Those both sound pretty lame.  Perhaps I’m not cut out for secret splurges after all!  (Stop it!)

What’s the craziest thing you’ve heard people splurging on?  And what would you buy if you got a rock star book deal?

*This is in the land of make-believe.  At least I think. 🙂