I’m thinking about writing a book.
It sounds funny to me just to type it – it’s like saying it out loud. What a stupid idea. Doesn’t everyone want to write a book? Doesn’t everybody think they can? And yeah, I’d like to meet Oprah and discuss my best-seller on her show, too, by the way. I want to sit in her chair and see the red soles of her Christian Louboutin shoes up close and personal.
It’s really a little more than a dream – I sort of feel compelled to do it. Driven… by something deep within my soul. Called… by something outside of myself. I have lots of crazy ideas. But this one just won’t go away.
The Rock Star is a creative soul, and he actually follows through on most of his ideas. It’s pretty inspiring for someone like me, who has paved highways to hell and back with my good intentions.
I’ve been working on my study – clearing clutter and organizing the stacks of supplies until I can afford storage solutions. I have a desk, a comfy chair, and a nice view.
I think I’m ready to write.