I want to write a book.
Yes – but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.
Every day in twitter land I read a tweet from a new author on the brink of being published, or a more established one publicising their latest release. I know the world is already full of ‘words’, that it would be easy to argue that there is no more room left for any more human thought committed to paper.
I have been carrying around the title of my book – in my head – for about four years now. Trouble is, I’ve been a bit busy. Busy raising children, keeping the toilets clean, putting dinner (and lunch and breakfast) on the table, writing articles and paid blog posts, inspecting childcare for the government, helping out with the management of my daughter’s pre-school, being a wife to a busy self-employed man, being part of a family, being a friend when I can.
But, spit-spot, Leoarna, you surely don’t think you’re the only woman in history to have a busy life and have aspirations of authorship, do you? Come, come now, what of Isabella Beeton or Mary Wollstonecraft: Mothers, partners, household managers before the golden age of the dishwasher. And they published a fair bit between them, stuff that shaped womanhood one way or another, both dying at an age you have already passed through without incident (Beeton at 28, Wollstonecraft at 38, both from septicaemia contracted during childbirth, we might add).
So I’m going public with the direct intention of forcing my own hand. Stop thinking – and start doing. Chapters are sketchily outlined, arguments are taking shape; it is time for action. Now, I don’t want to give away too much of my Unique Selling Point at this moment in time. Suffice to say the book would focus in on aspects of motherhood, and for it to really work, I need the voices of real women to speak out from its pages. Whether you’re a mother or not, whether you chose to be or didn’t, whether you relish your child-free life or resent your child-less one, I need your voice on my pages.
So I have devised a questionnaire. It needs a little tweaking, but it’s there or there about. It would probably take about 30 minutes to an hour to complete.
Would you like to help me?
If you check my ‘ndbi and me’ page you’ll find my email address – get in touch, and I will be eternally grateful, and you can feel the warm glow of knowing you helped a fellow human being realise a dream. Not bad for an hour’s scribbling, I reckon…!
Thanks, you’re all fabulous in my book.
And have you noticed….
How smart this place is looking? And how cool my new logo is? For something so esoteric, so virtual, one can get a very genuine rush of pride at the site of one’s own self-hosted blog. Now there is a lot to do. Spring-cleaning by way of editing, additions, and lots of gadgetry. Watch this space for more, and in the meantime, pull up a chair and read some old favourites. Stick around a while; you know it makes sense!