I feel like my baby is about to go off to college.
I’m about to publish my first book and it’s almost time to let it go,
No longer able to control where it goes in the ethers,
Out into the world, warts and all,
Fresh, innocent, never having smelled a book store (yeah right)
Never having gone through the digital or paper mill…
Does that hurt?
My memories, feelings, occurrences, family secrets, pictures,
losses, dates, intimacies, grandparents, babies lost, tears cried,
Oh my god!!!! Why did I write this memoir????
Stop the presses! I can’t do this!!!!
I can’t put all of the truths of my life out into the public for perusal and criticism!
Not that anyone will care…but my life has been interesting hasn’t it?
I wrote it so it sounded interesting….yes I did.
Why did I listen to my FRIEND???? She said, “Lisa, write a memoir”
after hearing me tell stories.
Well, what if no one ELSE is the least bit interested?
This is nail-biting territory if anyone reads it.
I seriously do have many mind-bender stories.
What if people think I’m nuts?
There’s no such thing as bad press.
I’m just…a little nervous I guess.