"Mommy, have you ever wrote a book," asks my underwear- donned six-year-old Ryan.
"No honey, I have not written a book," I reply with mild amusement.
"Well, you should mommy."
What would I write about?," I ask, loving my son even more than I thought possible.
"Well, you could write fiction, or nonfiction....."
And so began a big long discussion about why mommy had never written a book. Let's just say that writing is an item on a rather short list of things I'm pretty good at, but could never make a living doing. Some days, I'm a writer; some days a cook, others, I'm a singer (though I haven't been that in a looonnngg time). On intensely interesting days, I might even be more than one of those things. I'm a woman, so technically I can do it all, right?
Anyway, my son's question has been echoing in my mind quite a bit since our treasured conversation. Why haven't I written a book? Not even a children's book. After all, I was an English major. You'd think that book-writing would be a natural progression. I mean, let's be serious. It does not take actual talent to write a book these days. Even Madonna was able to publish a book for children. I do not have to get published to say that I have written a book. I just need to write it. Soooo, getting back to my son's question. Why haven't I written a book? The truth (after making a long list of excuses to myself)? I simply do not have anything to write about. I do not have anything to say that other's are interesting in hearing. It's that simple. So, today I'm not a writer. Someday? Maybe. Maybe someday an original, interesting thought will pop into my head and I will say, "Aha!! Now that is worthy of print!" For now, I'm a blogger. And in about two minutes, I will be short-order cook (someone I am lucky enough to be at least five times a day :) The diversity of my personhood is too impressive to behold.
