Before I got on WordPress a few years ago, I had never heard of anyone I knew who wanted to write a book. If I had, I would have probably laughed at them. WordPress has taught me that the idea of writing a book might be more popular than I once thought.
So here I am entertaining the idea of writing a book. I feel embarrassed to even have this aspiration because I might become one of those bloggers who talks about writing a book but never does it. I started writing it and very soon I realized it’s not that easy even if you have massive amounts of content in your head. The difficult part I’ve found so far is structure. I started writing and then it just went all over the place to the point where I started getting confused what I was writing about. I’m still not 90% sure what exactly this book will be about.
A question that I continue to ask myself is if anyone would even find what I’m writing about interesting. I kind of concluded that it doesn’t matter as much compared to how much I will enjoy writing it. To me, this book has no chance of getting done unless I enjoy doing it.
It will be a non-fiction book about life, work, culture and something else at the end. “Something else” is dependent on what happens with my life in the short-term future. I’m afraid not having any idea of what the ending chapters will be about will allow my brain to give me permission to procrastinate. There’s also a strong assumption that I have that certain unhealthy drugs will give me the power to write like a very motivated person but I don’t intend to go down that route. I’ll have to rely on good old strength and determination that tends to not be very reliable. Mine is usually comparable to a Ford Pinto.
Attempting to write this book is similar to my life in that there’s not much steam because of the uncertainty of the direction. I suppose if I can’t produce enough material then I will have to demote my book to a booklet and if there’s not enough for a booklet then it will just be a very long blog post.