My non-novel

OK, I’m writing a book.  There.  I said it.  I blame it solely on her and I’m sure she’s very happy about it.  I could write a novel about my non-novel…why I actually call it my non-novel, how it started, what it’s about, the scene that started it all, the post the sealed the deal for me, the characters, the brainstorming plot sessions with Scott of all people, the writing session Melissa and I had that was so much fun and all the other ones we have planned, the late nights, the research and all that.  But then it might seem like I’ve put too much on my plate again and partially explain why my blog has been so slow lately and I wouldn’t want to fess up to that.

So for now you just get that I’m writing a book.  Like, I actually have the whole story in my head and I honestly think it has the potential to be a really good dramatic story.  So much so, that I don’t feel like I’m a good enough writer to tell the story.  And while I don’t expect to get published (although I do want it bound if I ever finish it) or any movies to get made out of it, I am looking forward simply to the satisfaction of typing in the words ‘The End’ on that last page.  Or maybe I’ll take a page from one of Emma’s reading books and type “STOP.  This is the end.”  In fact, I think I will just because I can.  Cause guess what?  I’m writing a book.