since i was given the “all clear” with cancer 3 years ago this november, i’ve been “writing a book.” kind of. maybe. sort of.
i have no idea how to write a book, even though i have so much experience, knowledge and feelings to share. i’ve been told that i should write a book more times than i can count. i’m a very modest person, but the book that i have in my head is something that i’d actually read.
what would my book be about?
technology, life, love, cancer, fear, cancer, technology, life, love, and everything in between.
what has stopped me?
i don’t know how to write a book. i don’t even know where to start. i have so much content to draw from, and writing is basically my job these days, but i have a fear of putting my thoughts into a book, because i simply don’t know how to.
where should i start? who should i talk to, what’s it all about?
fuck it, i’m writing a book about my life from the perspective of not knowing how to write a book. it’s a book about learning how to write a book, where we’ll find out that knowing how to write a book doesn’t really matter at all.
i like that.