Do I have a book in me?
This is actually a question I’ve been pondering for a while now. I had a dream several months ago about being in a bookstore when a book caught my eye. I picked it up and saw, to my utter astonishment, that the author was yours truly. The idea of the book certainly appealed to me. It was a bit of a variation on a theme, taking, in part, something I have been doing for the last few years as a result of blogging and putting it into book form.
The dream surprised me. It caught me off guard, as I had thought about writing a book for years, but nothing had really solidified in my head as to what direction that would go or what that book may look like, other than it would be nonfiction. The dream was fairly clear in that regard.
As a result, I have been jotting down notes and ideas for the past few months. I ran the idea past an online writer friend, another friend who professes to love my writing, and my adult daughter, whose opinion I value highly. I expected three very different people/personalities to yield three very different opinions.
Instead, each of them told me it was “perfect for me,” that it’s basically what I have been doing all along, and that it’s something they would read. So.
I may have a book in me. It remains to be seen.
Even if I do, no one may have any interest in it beyond the people in my immediate sphere. I am sure that there are tens of thousands of aspiring writers who write far better than I and whose works are never published. For me, it would be far less about being published, and far more about the actual writing of it and the satisfaction of having accomplished it.
The more I have sat with the idea for a while and let it rattle around in my brain a bit to see how it feels (keeping the details of that particular dream largely private for now), the more I have thought that it is something I would like to do. The conclusion I have reached is that if no one but my children were to ever read it, it may be worthwhile just for them to have for their journey down the road of life.
Thus, with a second snow day this week today and what may shape up to be a very long winter indeed, after the holidays I may have some long cold days to cozy up with my notebooks and pens or my laptop and attempt to begin the process of getting the ideas out of my head and into written form.
We shall see.