Awkward! I had a whole host of interrupted genius saved as drafts. I meant to go back. I swear I did. So I put a date a year or maybe 6 months into the future. Apparently they were all at the same date….Happy Surprise of unfinished work. Ever had that happen? Share your best/worst experience. Bonus points if you have a photo.
As an update, I’ve decided I’m going to set aside a little time each week to write. I’ve gotten so much feedback from people that I should, “Write a book”. I laugh, but then find it intriguing. Like how would you even begin to actually finish something like that? Perhaps the way you eat an elephant? So I figure. Let’s just start. I appreciate your feedback and some of the things I’ve considered:
- How will my kiddos feel about their shenanigans being featured when they are teenagers…and do I really care? This is my life I’m writing about, and my feelings. Should I be super millennial-y and have a lot of perspective & tolerance, or do what I want like a baby boomer? (Sorry to play on your stereotypes, but this is what I’m wrestling with…)
- Writing from personal experience (however embellished) makes me feel super vulnerable. I do not like being vulnerable. I like having thick skin like the alligator with the knife stuck in his head currently swimming around in Texas. Can I hack it?
- Will anyone read it, and once again- do I care? Because then 1 & 2 wouldn’t matter. HMMMMMMM.
What are your deep thoughts on the matter?