You know, yeah.
I want to write a novel someday that gathers for me a huge, devoted fanbase, that invites movie producers to buy the rights to make a movie out of the novel, that has a huge fandom full of badly-written slash-pairing fanfic...
I want people to track pictures of me down so they start recognizing me on the streets. Fans will want me to autograph stuff so they can tattoo my signature on their a**es.
The only form of communication I'll have is through email, and those movie producers I mentioned earlier? They'll email me, wanting to make a movie. They'll offer me a cameo in it. Hell, they'll let me play the MC if I just LET THEM MAKE THIS MOVIE!
But I'll just send 'em off with a response like "I'll get back to you on that," and then send off their email addresses to 4-1-9 scammers.
(Underappreciated conscience note: Because fame is TOTALLY a way to justify passive-aggressive behavior, right.)
Yes.
And my adoring fans will email me saying how much they love me and PLEASE PLEASE REPLY and with links to their fanfiction and art, telling me to read and review it - and sure, I'll take some of the best art and the most (unintentionally) amusing fanfics, and post them up on my blog. Then I will take a picture of myself on webcam of me flipping 'em the bird, holding a sign with the date, time, and "F*** OFF" and send it to their email.
And they will still love me. In fact, they will love me even more. They'll make me into a religion. (Underappreciated conscience note #2: but you'll, ah, discourage them from that, right?)
Yeah. Just like Buddha discouraged followers of Buddhism from worshipping him.
Yes, I am going to go check myself into a mental institution now.
OH! And they'll teach my novel as part of the English curriculum in schools all around the universe. They will overanalyze every little word of my writing. They'll teach in their schools that my character sitting on a sunny beach after living in a dark castle for most of her life symbolizes how people are starving in Honduras, or something completely unrelated like that.
And I'll be like, "yeah. That's exactly what it all means."
When someone gets killed over a novel of mine, I'll plead insanity. After all, look at this post. Anyone could mistake me for a delusional crazy. Even I'm doubting my own sanity.