I’ve noticed recently that a lot of people say they are working on a book.  There’s no mention of what kind of book, if it’s a biography or fiction or sci-fi fantasy or smut-tastic novella. I wonder how many of these people just think they have the next smashing success a’la Harry Potter or if they have that inner drive to write – if you’re a writer then you know what I’m talking about: the craving to write down something, anything.

I’ve loved to write since I was a little girl. I wrote “books” by the dozens starting off in the first grade. I still have a few somewhere that have been saved. My favorite is a Christmas story about Timmy the Mouse who gets caught up in a Christmas tree because of his disobedience to his parents. It wasn’t but 10 or 15 years ago that I wanted to write a book about a little girl whose parents were missionaries and she got to experience cultures and languages and people groups from all over the great big world, learning simple phrases in their languages as she went from place to place and of course this knowledge was passed on to the reader. (Dora beat me to it. Swiper!)

Recently I’ve been told numerous times that I should write a book, and if not a book then I should write SOMETHING, anything. I’ve experienced so much, been through so much, learned so much that surely sharing my life with the world could help at least one person!

Every now and then I think to do it. I even have a title picked out. I know what I’d share, maybe not how just yet. As in, would I write a self-help book? What to do if?? Would it be written third person or first person and read like a novel, but be pure non-fiction, the story of me?

One thing I do know is keeping me from writing a book.

I don’t yet have a happy ending.