Why I should have won Powerball… and why you should be glad you didn’t
There’s a very good reason why I should have won Powerball last night. It has nothing to do with my absolute, desperate need for $250,000,000. (That’s all I need. I’m not greedy.) Nor does it have anything to do with my being worthy of such riches. Also, for hobo fortune teller predicted it when I was but a swaddling.
No, I should have won because of aesthetics. Narrative aesthetics. Allow me to explain.
About ten years I wrote a Young Adult novel about a good-hearted boy who wins $100 million in a lottery. The twist is that he has to keep the win a secret from his parents. You can buy My $100 Million Dollar Secret at LuLu or Amazon, or read it online or download it for free.
But that’s not the point.
Had I won Powerball, imagine the fun newspaper story this would be:
Wrote Novel about a Boy Who Won $100M lottery
Or, in more modern terms:
PS: Now we’ll see if he lives up to it!
If God were a clickbaiter, I would have won last night.
This long comment at Reddit from a year ago will tell you exactly what you should do if you win instead of me.
It will also explain why you should hope that you do not win.
