Those who say absolute power corrupts absolutely must know a writer or two.
I think I always intended to become a goddess. No one could do a better running the world. I remember looking at the other kids in school and trying to explain that if they just listened to me and follow me their lives would become perfect. (Not that mine was perfect, but I kept busy trying to fix everyone else.)
In the midst of my megalomania - remind me someday to tell you about my adventures with head-shrinkers - I began arranging worlds of amazing complexity inside my head. I decided being a writer would solve all my problems and give me complete control. I mean, if the outer world wouldn't conform to my instructions, surely an inner one that I filled with extraordinary, smart, beautiful and complex people armed with every technological advantage my brain could conjure up would, right?
Even my inner people won't hear and obey.
"You want me to do what?" is a common complaint from the characters inside my skull. Then they run off and do their own thing in spite of my best efforts to make them follow the path to a Happily Ever After. Try having the perfect plot and story and having your characters run off and do their own things no matter what. Just like Adam and Eve, they insist on creating havoc out of heaven.
What's a goddess to do?
I keep writing and hoping that someday a character will bow and say: Yes, Goddess, your wish is my command.
It's no coincidence my WIP, the sequel to PULL, is titled Being God
Now tell me about you and your plans for world domination. Say something, let this goddess know she isn't alone out there.