So I never realized how raw and vulnerable I would be writing and pitching my idea to people. I had absolutely no idea I would feel stupid, empty, and so in-the-way when it came to my book. Yes, I'm still writing it. No, it isn't easy. Some things in my life have always been a secret, and it's mind blowing to see me get them down in paper.
It is quite a journey, learning about myself and who I am while I'm writing about my life. I feel like a sappy Alanis Morisette who rambles even more than she does. How do I tell everybody, even strangers, intimate details about my life that I don't even share with myself most days? I guess that was the point. To get it across that I'm not ashamed to be who I am and live the life I'm living... It is quite the journey and I can't wait for everybody to read it one day. One day soon I hope?
So I'm on the road to becoming a successful author and I'm stumped at how one becomes a successful blogger? Do I have to draw penises and cocaine on celebrity faces and make fun of them like Perez Hilton? Do I have to make sexual innuendos about male and female celebrities alike like Chelsea Handler? I hope not!! I don't really have that many friends, and that's the truth... So who will even read my blog? Random people? That's okay with me :)
And even if nobody reads it, at least I tried. And at least I get to talk to myself on paper. It makes me feel more sane than just talking to myself.
//over.n.out
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