Ever since I moved to Idaho, a number of friends of mine have suggested that I begin writing a book. The idea is very intriguing, but honestly, who outside my family wants to read a me-centric, self-aggrandizing book about...me? And then I got to thinking -- maybe it doesn't matter if anyone reads it. I'm not doing it for money, I'm doing it for memoirs, for my children and my family and friends. I've never even so much as written a pamphlet, let alone a book. I suppose I could do it. I'm not David Sedaris or anything like that, but maybe it might be worthwhile to start reading him.
So last night, I decided that I would begin in earnest to at least explore the idea of writing the book. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to write a book about my experiences in Idaho. I even have a working title: "Searching for Satellite Signal," which is the most common tech complaint I get at work. It has a double meaning -- the obvious nod to my current workplace, and my wanting to find my place in a new land, with new responsibilities and all. I'm just not sure where to start.
I hope to leave no stone unturned should I actually see this book through. Wish me luck.
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