Guess who I met today? Reading Like a Writer's Francine Prose. She seemed a bit scatterbrained a first but I'll chalk it up to having another idea or two brewing in her mind.  She was really nice; an average customer. Then I saw her credit card and on impulse asked if she was "the Francine Prose". She laughed, said yes and asked if I had read anything of hers. I told her I was plowing through Reading and she smiled again.

Actually, I haven't gotten through the book cos it's a difficult read. Not difficult as in content but hard to read because it seems verbose and convoluted. Well, that's I what I remember of it. I bought it months ago and decided to read it right away. I read it on two separate occasions and it mysteriously disappeared into my books-from-work-why-did-I-buy-you pile. I suspect it crawled into my storage space on its own volition.

She comes in often and I only now noticed. I think may become the reader of her work that challenges her cos if the rest is like this, I think her and I have much to discuss Ms. Prose and I. Muahahaha.

Today, I sent Tam another snippet of my novel.

Her words: That is really dark and enigmatic. I need more of the story. Give me MORE!. Keesh have you thought about writing part-time ? Its a suggestion.

Oh, the things I could go into, but that would be my low self-esteem and lack of confidence in myself talking. I write for me but I do like to see what others think of my stuff from time to time. I do love to read and re-read my writing and nit-pick and admire what I created. Conceited? Maybe, but who cares?

I don't have the discipline to write as a profession. I could but I don't. My motivation is lax and my will power is non-existent.

Wow. I do believe I talk about writing more than I actually write. My Achilles' heel is the overthinking.