I could have sworn I started one of these before. Who knows? How many other damn things do I start and never finish?? More than most people, I would imagine. So here I am, "at lunch" at work, trying to put my thoughts on paper. I have been told by many people over the years that I should be a writer, a comic (stop laughing for the wrong reason!) and poet. Again, I started my bio more than once but it went the way of the wind. Who would ever believe my life story? Do I remember all the details, especially since the ""M" word came into my life? The "M" word ~ MENOPAUSE! I would much rather go back to the once a month deal. This is like a friggin' death sentence! Back to the bio, right. Another problem with menopause, you forget every damn thing. Back to the bio.......Okay, guilt. How many people would I hurt by writing it and maybe publishing it? How many people would be shocked by what they read? How many would just laugh?? I really would like to write it. What about using a pen name? Forget it ~ what would be the use if you couldn't do book signings, go to important events, etc. Maybe I could wear a mask like those poor kids of Michael Jackson.
Well, back to reality. I have 48 minutes left of my lunch break so I have to work at my other job. Thank goodness I get some time to relax, huh! xo
