Today at the wine bar, where I spend my weekly time writing, I began collecting essays together that I felt would be relevant to a larger project. It is something I’ve wanted to do, but felt it was a chicken-egg dilemma: do I figure out where this train is going before I let the people on? or do I just start pulling stuff together and see what happens?
I finally just did it. I unstuck myself from the fear of the unknown and I began pulling shit together into one place. And do you know what happened? I began to see a pattern of themes emerging from those essays, which led me to jot down six possible section titles.
Ta Da! The beginning of a book.
[this is me patting myself on the back.]