When I was a kid, one of my favorite shows was Amazing Stories, produced by Steven Spielberg. The episode that stands out most to me is one where Mark Hamill plays a dreamer called to a life of drifting. Some kind of a magical midget, I don’t know if it was an elf or a gnome, comes to him and tells him to value all of his things and find his own way though life, or something like that. Anyway, when he’s like 18, the guy packs his car with all of his toys and hits the road to seek out his adventure.
Throughout his life, he is tempted to get rid of his stuff, but the magical dwarf keeps coming back to him to tell him to stay the course although his choice is forcing him to make sacrifices that often tear him apart. By time he’s an old man, he’s haggard and broke, but he still has his car full of stuff.
A man happens to see his collection of toys at a gas station one day and gets very excited about all of the near mint condition antiques that are in the car. They hold an auction and the old man becomes an overnight millionaire. I always really connected with that character, and I feel like all of the words I’ve written over the last decade are finally ready for auction.