My dear friend, Lisa, once asked me to make a list of some of the things that I wanted to accomplish in my life.
“Publish a book”, I told her. I even shared the working title with her.
She seemed surprised by that answer. I think she’d asked that question a lot, but never received that answer before. She told me that she looked forward to reading it someday.
Lisa’s been gone for a few weeks, and it made me start thinking more about that book. I may have mentioned to a couple of people about the idea that’s stuck in my head. I hesitate to use the word “novel”… more like an unauthorized biography… except that’s impossible if I’m the author, isn’t it?
I’ve had the chance to talk to a couple of local people who have their own books in the works. It’s probably not as rare as you might imagine. It’s actually quite encouraging to know that you’re not alone in possessing a deep-down desire to write your story. But who would read it? That’s the million dollar question. Or the ten dollar equivalent!
I’ve looked at some of the things that I’ve written over the years. I try to keep as much as I can. Good. Bad. Otherwise. I like to be able to look back and try to find some value in those words. I note people’s reactions to what they’ve read. This blog actually is a direct result of years of encouragement from friends who have been pelted with emails since before email was even popular… waaaaay before the word “blog” even existed.
But I have yet to take my writing to the next level. I have yet to write a single word of the book, or any of the other significant projects that I have mumble jumbled in my brain. It’s up there. I know it is.
I just have to get serious about things, dig down deep… and write.