Ok, I’ll admit it even though I don’t want to admit it:
I feel, very strongly right now, that I need to write the book. I no longer know what the subject matter will be. I just know I need to get it done. I think there are things that are pushing me in that direction, even if I don’t know what they are. Do I sound crazy? Well, I am crazy. Crazy-craze!
If you’ve noticed, I’ve talked about writing a book since I was in college.
If you’ve noticed, I said I was going to have my book done by last year.
If you’ve noticed, I applied to grad school, didn’t get in, and stopped writing.
Even if you didn’t notice, I noticed for you.
Last night, I tried to write a sentence, became increasingly overwhelmed, and went to bed.
Today I finished Augusten Burroughs’ “This Is How”… which summed up becomes Nike’s slogan “JUST DO IT!” And all day I’ve been like, WRITE WRITE WRITE…. but not writing…
Instead I watched “Jiro Dreams of Sushi” because someone recommended it on Facebook… and it’s about this dude who, at 85, is still dedicated to his craft. He lives sushi. That’s what he loves. I don’t love sushi. Like, we’re friendly and all, but I don’t dream of it.
My sister asked me a question last week. It was this: “If you wrote, but no one read it, would you still write?” And I didn’t say much then, but you know what? I kept a diary for many years and I don’t think anyone read that. Well, maybe my mom did. Whatever.
I gotta get it done. Even if it’s horrible. Even if no one reads it. (Although – truth be told – I hope someone does. Even if it’s just the title. ON THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER LIST WHAAAAAATTTTT.)
Have a good night, everyone.
P.S. I made black bean sweet potato chili for dinner tonight, and it was AWESOME.