I was standing outside a radio station in Florida(I live no where near Florida). There was a fold up table in front of the station with a woman standing behind it. She was older, had big glasses and curly red hair. On the table was brick a brack, random stuff with random prices. Then famous authors would walk up to her and hand her a check, like a donation. She stared at me expectantly. I told her I didn't have his money right now so I couldn't make a donation, but what if I bought something off the table? She said it'd be alright. I knew that I only had a dollar in my wallet so I picked something that was only a dollar. A notepad with blue paper. We exchanged money with notepad and I was on my way. For some reason I had a cheeseburger too.
I believe that woman was some sort of god or fate or something important that all authors can attribute their good fortune to. I must find that blue notepad so I too can one day be a great author, so I will have money, so that I can donate to her properly.
Does any of this make sense?