This weekend I had the amazing opportunity to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I had been there before, but not since the addition of Diagon Alley and the ability to use wands. It was incredible. The way they built the world J.K. Rowling created was phenomenal. Everything from the store fronts to the rides were crafted to make you feel like you were in the story. And it made me wonder, will I ever have my own theme park?
I know, I know, the number of writers who have had their books made into real, visitable places can probably be counted on one hand, but still, having the ability to walk down the streets that were born in your mind would be phenomenal.
It would have to be epic; it would have to be buildable; and it would have to have the sort of mass appeal that only comes along once in a great while. It would be harder than getting on the New York Times best seller list or becoming a wealthy writer who travels to Paris for inspiration.
But I made a goal for myself to be in print by thirty, and it happened. So I suppose a girl can dream.
Here’s to one day walking into a world I dreamed up all on my own.