Yes, It’s me and it’s not a Christmas letter. I’ve wanted to do this for so long my copy of “Blogging for Dummies” is now outdated. Rather than read about it for a few more years, I’m choosing to dive in to the abyss and see what happens. One of my children called me a broken record recently. After I stopped crying, I realized she was right. I’ve had a book on the back burner for an extended period of time. I’ve told many people, including my daughter, of this seemingly mythical book and this coming year is put up or shut up.
Another child of mine told me to finish the book before I start something like a blog. She is a pragmatist and knows her mother’s penchant for diversions well. I wanted to explore this form of expression and maybe the side hustle will get me writing on a more regular basis. It’s really tough trying to get all of your ya-ya’s out in an annual holiday missive.
Yet another child called me the other day. “Mom, about your book. Do you know you’ve been talking about it my entire life? It’s time.” Out of the mouths of babes and all that, I said. This babe is thirty.
I called my oldest child, excited at the prospect of finally finishing the book. “That’s great, Mom! I’m happy for you.” It’s our thing. We say it every year. His support is unwavering and steadfast.
Finally, there’s my longtime husband. He never knew about the fine print in the vows under “in sickness and in health” that reads, “even if your spouse is obsessed with the idea of writing a book.” When I’m finally finished, I will give him the breathless news and he’ll respond, “Good for you. Now, what’s for dinner?”
More to come. I don’t know how often but I will visit this space again.