
And guess who is doing it.. me!!
And guess what she's writing about... me!!
And guess what the book is called... me!!
Well.. not me.. but "Ellemental: I got your meaning of life right here"
I know there are folks out there that turn their blogs into books, and I am not doing that, exactly. I am using some past posts of the blog, or parts of posts, but I'm filling it all in. Giving you the story behind the post. It's about my quest to finding meaning and direction in my life, while trying to survive it, told in an entertaining way (hopefully).
Here is an excerpt...
"She was a wonderful woman, a wonderful mother. She always gave us the soft white center of the bread and kept the crust for herself."I have wanted to do this for a while now. When I write posts for the blog, I usually keep them short and concise. I assume people read on the net like I do. A little here and a little there, like sampling chocolates from the box. I try not to drone on or become too wordy, I realize your time is valuable and there are a lot of chocolates out there to bite into! I also realize that most of us have become facebook addicts!!!
I remember thinking this was such an odd thing to hear from the man I watched my whole life tear out the soft white center of the bread and discard it to fill it with meat and cheese, and I wasn't sure if he was complimenting her or not. I realize it was a metaphor, an Italian metaphor (which means food is involved), and it was the first time I ever heard of him speak of her as his mother.
For as long as I could remember, he had been her caretaker and seemed to regard her as a limited stubborn child he had the burden of caring for. I'm not suggesting he didn't deeply love her, but I never saw this love as one a child has for a parent, so his comment was shocking.
I wonder what my sons will say about me or their childhood. Would they say they had a great childhood and a wonderful upbringing? I wonder how different their accounts of their lives will be? Will they debate the facts of their youth buried under their personal patina of experience? Will they blame their shortcomings or failures on gaps uncovered by their parents, and fault us their pain? Maybe I should start apologizing now to them for past and future mistakes to save them the heartache of having to explain these to a therapist or spouse. Maybe I should keep a copious diary and account of what happens in their every day so they will have something substantial to analyze when assigning blame.
Or maybe I will just write them a book about a middle-aged mother of two swimming in thoughts of her past, pondering her present and forging her future while turning over ham in a frying pan.
The book is a place were I can ramble a bit more and fill in the gaps. I would like to think that it may be publishable someday, but for now I'm just clacking away, getting the thoughts out onto the screen.
So far I have written about 14 thousand words.. The goal is 50. I'll keep you posted, but if you want to see how I'm doing, go to http://www.nanowrimo.org/ my user name is 'ellediem'...
Oh.. and feel free to poke me now and again to keep me moving forward!!!













