Welcome to my experiment, a la Doctor Frankenstein, if
you will. Cue lightening, thunder, and maniacal laughter (ah-ha-ha). If
your maniacal laughter sounds more like the Count from Sesame Street,
than you are in the right place.
But, alas, back to the point. An experiment is in the
works. One that involves less stitching and bolts, and more words,
words, words. The writer here (that would be me) is doing her best to
find out how to turn a law school graduate, mostly just waitress, into
an AUTHOR. As in “a real, honest to goodness, go to Amazon.com and buy
my pretty books” author.
Will this experiment crash and burn (hopefully with
less burning than the actual Frankenstein)? Perhaps. But when you’ve
wanted to do something since you were a wee little girl telling stories
of Princess Jennellybean and her friends, Samson (the giant gorilla) and
Ulysses (the magician unicorn)… Well, there’s no harm in trying, right?
Because according to my old friend, Marcus Aurelius:
“Our life is what our thoughts make it.” Not the worst advice to live
by, is it?