| | For many years now I've pondered the idea of writing a book. Those who know me online have suggested I write a book pertaining to my RPing character. I've played with that notion for a time, even started it...but, as years passed...simply, I grew bored. I've attempted many stories over the last decade...I've gotten far in several, but, as usual, the more I wrote, the less interested I became in the topic. I have a file cabinet nearly full of failed novels, poems, and the like...all probably won't see the light of day nevermind a publisher.
A few nights ago, T and I had one of those "sitting in front of the tube" lazy evenings. Where we watch whatever happens to be on TV and chatter. The issue came up. I want to be published. T says I have talent enough. I think so too...not to inflate my own balloon, mind you. During our discussion I came to realize that the topic I've seemingly wasted all those years on, horror, was best kept to my DVD collection. Granted my sick and twisted mind can pop out a gut wrenching story or two...but, perhaps I wasn't meant to make readers vomit.
There are thousands of great horror authors out there and since I was a littlin', I've wanted to be in the same class as them. Now, I'd rather not. I got to thinking in what really interests me. Interests me enough to read and write about. Perhaps interesting enough for others to want to read. Using myself as an example, I recalled each time I'd browse the book section. What was it I'd pick up? Horror books? Not a-one. I'd skim titles, perhaps, but that was all.
Maybe it's age, children, a life full of responsiblities that's steered me away from my teen attractions. I don't know. In any event, I've found what captures my attention now is the lives of others like me or not even close. You know what I'm talking about. Biographies. Real life stories. So, yes...I want to write my own biography, sort of.
My life isn't filled with drugs, sex or wild parties. It isn't stuffed with one tragedy after the next. It's adverage, at best. On the same hand, there are experiences in my life that others may relate to or out of curiosity, wish to know about. For example, my eldest son, Jeremy. I could dedicate a chapter to him alone.
In the past 30 years I've personally delt (or am dealing) with an eating disorder, family issues (like everyone else in the world), physical abuse, raising a disabled child, suicide, relationships both good and bad, depression...to name a few. For the two or more years I've been posting blogs, I think I've touched base on each of these subjects. I'm not looking to be on the best sellers list. But, in sharing my life, maybe I could pluck a few strings of another person. Maybe, in reading my story, they'd nod and say "Yeah, I been there."
I haven't decided yet. I'll see, I suppose. I have a goal though. One I set nearly 10 years ago. I'll be published by the time I'm 35.
*shrug*
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