Why I am writing a blog, instead of a book.
So, I've been been encouraged to write a book by some friends and family. Rather than write an entire book I've decided to start this blog. I'll fill it with short stories, lots of confetti (*throws handfuls of confetti into the air*), random thoughts and bubble wrap. It's much easier than finding anyone who would publish my insane thoughts.
Let's be honest, everyone who can string a few sentences together, thinks that they can write a book. Unfortunately for me, I currently have too many distractions in my life that keep me from being able to write a book. Although I'm sure I could muster up a wonderful coloring book with a little imagination.
I live in a house with a 6 year old, a 4 month old, an overgrown man child and our dog. So between all that and the endless amount of laundry that I swear reproduces in the bottom of the closet, I am forced to keep my rants, to small outbursts. Which I will write, between making babies and sandwiches. Don't judge me I love babies and sandwiches! Although I could probably piece this whole thing together down the road, kinda like those crappy patchwork quilts, made from your old stained t-shirts, that are available for hundreds of dollars on Etsy. In the end this blog will probably just be some drawings my 6 year old drew of our family, (that look like ransom notes) and a list of things that piss me off.
So to those of you who wanted me to write a book I guess you will have to settle for this. It could be worse, you could be reading a phone book. Seriously, before the internet, people were forced to use those things in the old days. I know, because apparently I am as old as a dinosaur, (so says my 6 year old) but that is a story for another day.