Recently, I have had several people praise my writing abilities. Some have even suggested that I could write a book.
I never realized that I like to write. Hell, dare I say, love to write? Before I started blogging, I never had written much.
During my early 20’s my ex-husband was REALLY into Dungeons & Dragons. I took a stab at writing a few stories/scenarios for him to play through. But, like any good ex, he completely crushed my confidence. I believe the exact words he used where: unbelievable, childish and stupid. Needless to say, I quickly capped my pen and threw out my tablet. In case you are curious, that relationship ended over religious differences. He thought he was God and I disagreed.
Anyways, fast forward 13 or 14 years to the present.
As I discussed when I first started blogging, what could I possibly have to write about? Will I have enough material/original thoughts to sustain a blog for any length of time?
Over the past three and a half months I have filled three 5-subject notebooks full of various rants and raves.
Am I creative? Eh, not really. Am I imaginative? Sometimes. Can I put a funny spin on things? That depends on if you like or get sarcasm.
For instance, I would love nothing more than to write about my friend Tawnya. Tawnya is smart, sweet, funny, beautiful, awesome and just rocks. But I have nothing sarcastic to say about her. Hence, I have yet to be able to put into words everything I would like to say about her. Her husband on the other hand, whoa Nelly!
Ok, back to the point. Sure, I could write a book. I just have no idea about what.
Do you have any suggestions?
Come on, don’t hold back. Give me some ideas. You never know, I could make you famous!