But I’ve decided to write a book about marriage.
I am smiling but this is not a joke.
Well, it IS a joke. But I’m still going to do it.
I tried and tried to write a novel but my imagination is kind of like something that fails terribly under pressure, and nothing is more pressuring than saying, IMAGINE, NOW.
I couldn’t handle it.
But then as I was sitting there in front of my laptop with the blank page and the blinking cursor I thought, writing a blog post is never this hard. I should just write a book like I write my blog.
But I have never been able to settle in to a THEME for my blog, which in my opinion is why it’s never gotten very famous. (Heaven forbid I entertain the notion that I’m simply NOT GOOD ENOUGH A BLOGGER TO BE FAMOUS, oh no…)
There was no way I could doom my unwritten book to the same failed state as my blog.
So I decided then and there that if I needed a theme, a theme I would have and it would be marriage.
I laughed about the irony for a second but then an idea for a chapter popped into my head. And before I could finish writing it down another two chapters began flowing out of my fingers.
2 hours later I couldn’t remember a time that I HADN’T wanted to write a book about marriage.