I want to tell you how very much I appreciate all your gracious input. I asked for your preferences, and you gave me very thoughtful answers. You all are just wonderful.
As many of you know, I've wanted to write a book for a long time. I'm trying to. It is a big, scary project.
I've started writing pieces but I just suck at outlines and writing is easier because here's what I don't know: What's the story arc? Where does it start and stop?
In other words - what am I actually doing with the whole thing?
I can't even get into am I good enough, because that's another conversation entirely, and one that I cannot indulge in, because it is paralyzing. I mean, I write professionally, but those pieces are not my topics, my heart.
And really, how hard is it to write about caulk?
(Sorry, couldn't resist.)
But seriously. When it's you and your topic choices and your heart, could you be more vulnerable?
However, I have to try. If it doesn't work out, at least I won't ever be 80 looking back and wondering, you know?
One of my friends wrote, "I can't really say what story I like the best. They are all short wonderful chapters of your life...like threads knitted together so as you pull on one thread, it pulls another one with it and it another and another. One would not make sense without the other."
Isn't that so beautiful and poetic?
This is exactly what I've been struggling with.
It all ties together. I can't write any of it without writing about my dad. I wouldn't be who I am without him, without the light and dark, without the joy and the struggles and the happy surprises and the terror.
Growing up with my dad figures into everything.
But I don't want to write a heavy book. And I'm having trouble figuring out how to just write about the funny without including the other parts, because, as she said, you pull one and it pulls another with it.
You're always you at whatever point, after all.
And so I turned to you for input on what you like. Because I figured, you already like me and how I write, so mostly it's a content question.
I've saved all your comments and emails in a Word file on my desktop for reference. I appreciate so much you taking the time, and being so thoughtful. These are gifts, and I don't take them lightly.
Also, that little 16-year old singing fuck Justin Bieber? Apparently his memoir comes out in October.