Everyone venerates the bestselling author. They stand in line for hours to get a book signed. They sit in complete awe as the popular writer speaks about the challenges of being an author and are captivated by the hundreds of anecdotes that come out of his mouth. They envision what it would be like to have a manuscript accepted without question. To have the resulting book bought my millions of people primarily because of name recognition. And to ultimately have the project converted to a screenplay and achieve motion picture success a la Stephen King.
So I sit behind a computer typing my little heart out in the hopes of living the dream, of becoming the next Hemingway, to foster a legacy (minus the suicide, of course) and have at least one book on the high school required reading list. At least until the drugs wear off. :)