My Book - but do not really want to call it that

Many years ago I started to write a book. Though I do not know, it just does not quite sound right to call it a book. Though it is a collection of words - to convey thoughts and emotions. Would you define it as a book?

No one has had a chance to read this collection of words. One friend was given a copy ages ago, though probably been long since forgotten by both of us. It was only until the last few days did I remember that I had shared my personal writing with a friend.  The only reason I had remembered was because I was in a discussion with someone else about my thoughts on writing. She shared with me that she would like to read what I have written. My own insecurities about my ability to convey the written word has hindered me in being able to share my work. I have not taken the time to deeply go through and revise my work. As you have seen here on my blog, my words are just rushed out there. Yes, I am awful about editing my work.  One reason is I'm just not good at it. If I get to thinking about it too much then I just hit the bit red cancel button and my words just magically disappear. So many pieces of my work have vanished that way. 

The second reason is probably the most likely, is my attention to detail is extremely limited, let alone my attention span what so ever. To focus on this blog entry, and not go searching facebook, or cnn, or usa today's web page - what is the weather out side?  Right now it is 73 degrees with 44% humidity and a 40% chance of precipitation. Having some music running so I can just zone out and get words flowing through my fingers does help.  When I really get in the writing zone, I do not even look at my computer screen. (I never look at my keyboard when I type, learned early on I had to be a touch typist. I will not say how long ago that was, but let me just say most kids of my generation did not grow up with a computer.) 

Some how I just need to figure out a way to get my words out there, or at least complete it enough to call it a book. That has always been a dream of mine since I was at least 9 years old. I do think that it is about time I do something about that. 

Laundry can wait!  

Mishelle

(P.S. Think I spent more than ten minutes on this entry. I am going to try to do my writing online but there might be days that ten minutes will just be for me. Need to keep you awake at least a little bit - even though most often my words are good to put folks to sleep)