It's the book I have to write, says Dolly's biggest fan. Again, There's this book. Ya' know the one I'm working on, the one I'm not working on. I don't know.
I smile. The book is To Kill a Mockingbird in character but with suspense and the girls are older and industrial mystery and boys. I'm hooked. I want her to write the book too but I know it will either come or not so it's not my place to pressure her.
What about you? I've never heard you say you have a book.
Ten thousand hours.
I have to get ten thousand hours before I write the book.
Ten thousand hours of what?
Ya' know. Practice.
Writing. I figure I average about three hours per post.
Ya' know, editing photographs, deciding photographs, figuring out what the hell I'm going to write, writing it.
Wait. You spend three hours blogging.
On average. It's taken up to five hours before, but ya' know, like today I just linked to another writer.
I know. I know. I've made fun of myself, but I've had to admit I'm slow so I'm okay with it. Plus, I had a book. It was called ohgoodgosh what was it it was the perfect title ohno surely I can remember it. I turn toward Tempa and finally shout, Incomplete Works of Nobody in Particular. It was a collection of short stories. I still have them. There was an Air Force pilot who got her pilot's license the same day she got her driver's license. A blues singer who wrote a story called Toxic Ink because that's what his Mom used to say. A writer in Detroit. Josh. Others still may do it.
So is ten thousand hours your excuse?
Ummmmmaybe. I don't know. I just hadn't thought about it in a while.
Today I am grateful for reminders and interest and the time to consider.