- to write a book that would tear your insides apart with laughter, not heartbreak.
- to write tiny bites of my life with enough humor to leave my readers with howling belly aches over exaggerated blimps and bleeps.
- to write the best selling memoir full of wit and wisdom, one that would live on the nightstand of every parent on this earth who might need a quick dose of humor following a particularly harrowing day.
- to write with a keen sense of humor to keep my readers turning the pages (or swiping their Kindles) to the very last word.
- to write the takeaways that would lead to joyful resolution for all who read my words.
Meanwhile I have
- written the necessary 90,000 words of a pitiful and shitty first draft (ala Anne Lamott), just to get over it.
- highlighted the questionabull, deleted the distractabull, rewritten the sustainabull, and added the conceivabull.
- hit the muddy middle and squirreled away at least sixty hours of mindless FaceBook gaming in the last thirty days.
The time has come
- to send away the critics and bring in the clowns.
- to let go of the past.
- to write that final chapter.
If nothing else comes of this
- I can say I wrote a book
- My inner self will be sufficiently mended.
- I can be a better person.
- I still have a sense of humor.
BUT maybe one day I’ll sit at the Algonquin table in Dorothy Parker’s mink coat signing copies of my phenomenal book.
14 thoughts on “I Wanted To Write”
Huzzah! “I wrote a book.” Those are some fine words.
Hey, I’m applauding you for plowing forward to write that “shitty” first draft and not drop the ball like I have. KEEP ON, KEEPING ON!!! You Rock!!!!
It’s been a long road but the journey is far from finished. Thanks for stopping by.
You can do it! But it sounds like you already have by healing your own ❤️
Lots and lots going on here. Do you a great sense of humor and if you are able to convey it with true wit in the middle of chaos and pathos, you have created a best seller. In the meantime I took a client to the Alquonquin and the food was terrible.
Okay then if you come with me, you can wear the mink and I’ll eat the terrible food.
How delighted I was to see a new blog, Margie, and what a delightful time I had reading it. I enjoy writers who can make such witty fun of their struggle to use words in a way that pleases them. I am certain when that last chapter is written you’ll have a memoir I will want to read.
Thanks Janet. I appreciate your encouragement
Please forgive either my flying fingers or the spell check, one of which addressed you as Margie rather than Marjorie.
I have been known as Margie all my life
It’s a modern online phenomenon: to have the company of friends as you reach this stage of book-writing. Enjoy!