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About some things I am extremely conscientious. The housework gets dealt with in a relatively timely manner. The kids’ doctor appointments and medicine refills are scheduled well in advance. Groceries are consistently plentiful. I never miss a carpool.
But I’ve had one task on my to-do list for nearly nine months now with precious little progress toward crossing it off. An incredibly patient literary agent emailed me at the end of last November (last November!), and here in the middle of August, I’m still not done.
Well, I’ve produced one proposal, but it just wasn’t right. I toiled for months on that one and now I’ve continued to work for even more months on a new one. Long stretches pass when I cannot bear even to open the document; even longer stretches pass with me staring blankly at the screen.
The hesitation boils down to this: I fear failure. I pull up the document and type a word, then wait (it’s never a long wait) for an evil voice to yell into my ear that I am a fraud. That I’m not capable of writing an entire book. Only good writers turn out books … and I’m definitely not a good writer.
Real writers have offices. They work in silence on gleaming computers whose sole purpose is the creation of art. Unlike me. I work at the kitchen table or the couch on a computer used for about a dozen entirely prosaic tasks. It’s full of sand. And silence? With little children in the house, it’s never silent. Not even when they’re asleep. How could I possibly write a book under those conditions?
And yet today, two events happened. The extraordinarily patient agent emailed me yet again with a cheerful little message. And my mother called.
“How’s work on the book coming?” she asked hesitantly. I grumbled something unintelligible in response.
She paused before answering, “I’m almost afraid to know what it’s going to be about.”
And a light went on above my head. Perhaps this exactly the motivation I need. Could I … could I really write a book that would horrify my mother? Even half as much as this site has?
I’m pulling up the document now.



