I wanted
- 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.
WittBits 
Huzzah! “I wrote a book.” Those are some fine words.
Thanks, Gretchen
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 ❤️
Thanks Martha
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!