okay. that's it. it's the kick in the seat of my pants that i needed. i have to write a novel -- for a while i've wanted to write/illustrate children's books, but i think i might be too surly at the moment to do so.
why the sudden growl about writing the book? yes, i've expressed my desire to write one previously, but i just caught wind of this. wil mara.
a little background - at the risk of sounding like i am loopy (you already know that i am loopy, so it really isn't that big of a risk for me):
quick and dirty info... teenage years, my mom and i talked on the cb radio (kids, it's sort of like the internet now.) there were certain groups, etc. yadda yadda... one guy on there we befriended. when i was 16 i think he was 19 or 20. okay. that was wil.
he had some issues going on at home so my mom let him stay in my old bedroom (sans me)
yes. i had a crush on him.
yes. i left my diary out for him to read.
yes. i wrote about my frigging crush.
no. nothing ever happened (while he lived with us)
anyway... there was a lot more that i could go into... i fell hard for him. he was very talented - a smartypants/wiseass/genius/musician/writer/etc.
flashforward:
today i saw something about a book based on the jersey shore called Wave
who frigging wrote it?
wil.
not for nothing... i suppose i will have to purchase it. i seriously doubt that i will trek to one of his book signings. but, come on. that's it.
now i have to write...
granted, he was talented, so it's not really a bitterness sort of inspiration... not like THIS time (even though i rested on my laurels after seeing it.)
screw it. i have the hbo audition in 2 weeks... but i have enough pent up, bottled up rage and stories in me to write down...
i need a publisher.
any takers?!?!?!!? email me.
