Remember like two weeks ago when I mentioned I was about to start writing a new book? Well. About that.
I’m still starting.
I’ve decided that making the commitment to write a book is like adopting a pet hedgehog. I mean it sounds great in theory because have you seen this?
But then you find yourself all in on that deal and it can get a little prickly and you think how in the heck did I wind up with a pet hedgehog?
I did make a little bit of progress yesterday though because I actually made it to Starbucks and sat in a chair with my computer for over three hours. During that time I checked Facebook 143 times, ordered a really cute leather jacket from Anthropologie that was 40% off (it’s now sold out or I’d share), and pinned several spring outfit ideas on Pinterest. I also managed to type out 1500 or so words that I don’t hate.
The thing about writing a book that I forget is it’s harder to start each time I do it. I forget how to make the words come out, every story I think I want to tell seems dumb when I try to write it and I become socially backwards because I spend so much time in my own head thinking about possible words that when I’m confronted with a real conversational opportunity I can’t think of anything to say. In short, I’m a delight to be around.
Anyway, that’s a long explanation to really just say that I’m out of words for now and I’ll see you tomorrow.
Also, Mabel thinks she would love a pet hedgehog.