Yes, about being a writer. We went over to new friends’ house last night where we also met one of their friends. The married couple hadn’t ever really heard all of mine and David’s story, and the girl we met was also very interested in hearing it. (She had, after all, at the time we arrived, just spent the last hour filling out her eharmony profile.) So there I sat, once again, though it had been a while since this kind of instance took place, with two girls staring wide-eyed at me, ooing and gooing over the events of my life as I told the story of how David and I met, wooed, got engaged, and married.
“I’m going to make a movie out of this! You should write a book!” they said. And it’s true. I should, definitely should write a book about us. Even if it never gets published.
At the moment, my pursuit of writing consists of my blogs, my random poetry and paragraphs added every now and then to existing stories, and the vague but still open door with freelancing for find.com.
Too many of us writers just dip into the writing pool ankle deep. Will I be one to dive in head first?
