Book Worm

I wanted to write all about my awesome day I had yesterday when I sat down to the computer tonight. Actually, I wanted to do it last night but I passed out on the couch after a long, wonderful day with the lady. It's been decided that yesterday was just for her and I, so no real details. What I can say is this... Awesome 2nd Session, Delicious Lunch, Comfortable Walks, and my first ever Giants Game!!! That's all you get folks... run with it. I sure did.

Then I wanted to write about work, and I quickly dismissed that. No thank you.

Then, while looking for something to blather about on here, I decided to check my email. Normally my email is pretty uneventful Viagra, Cialias ads, Breast enlargement, AARP ads (those feel great as i get close to only 37yo), and then a multitude of the normal junk mail. However, today got to be different because as I logged in I saw I had an email from my Grandma (Groma for those of you in the know). She let me know that she was really happy to hear that I was working on things in my life and that Suzie and I were working on things. She imparted some good advice, and it was a nice email to read.

BUT!....

 She did say one thing in there that stuck to me like white on rice. It's something I've been told before, thought about, but always brushed off to the side. For some reason, my Groma telling me this made it stand out so much more.

(Now.. Groma, if you're reading this, and I think you are, I really hope you don't mind me quoting you in my blog)

This is the part of the email she sent me : "Have you ever thought about writing a book? ( No, I'm not kidding) You seem to have inherited your Mom's gift for words (some aren't too hot) and you can express your inner feelings and thoughts to the point that you have created a very captive following.  Everyone seems to know that you are trying to work some things out in your life and without getting down to the nitty-gritty of things you skirt around the subject very cleverly to the point that they want to read more. (very creative writing)  Pick a subject, person, place or thing and let the feelings flow."Try it, you might like it". "


Um... Holy Shit? (probably some of those words that "aren't too hot" for her).

I remember being a kid and wanting nothing more that to be a writer. I wanted to come up with the stories I was reading growing up. Sometimes I would write short stories and anytime I let someone read them, they loved them. However, I've thrown every last one of those away. Written in the moment and forgotten before the crumbled paper stopped crackling from being forced into the smallest ball I could form with my angry hands. My stories never amounted to much in my own head after I wrote them. I always felt the lacked so much. However, I will say that with my blog writing (this blog, and my old myspace blog that is now lost in cyberspace never to be seen again) that there has been quite a bit of stuff that I've gone back to reread and really liked what I did.

So my problem with this is...obviously the main question I'd have if I decided to write a book is, "what would a write about?" Well, the obvious answer is, after writing out the past few paragraphs, is... "Write about your life." I'm sorry, but that just doesn't seem like interesting subject matter to the masses.
Rock bios?
sure.
Suspense Novels?
of course!
"The Life & Times of Gary Vargas, Jr"?
I don't think that would be all that fun of a read. I mean, I've been through a lot of crazy shit in my day, but there are plenty of books out there about MUCH more interesting and important people out there for people to spend their off time reading about.

So, I guess I'm back to the main question... "What would I write about?" Obviously writing a book isn't removed from my mind. In fact, it sounds like a great way to continue to try to get back on track with sobriety and recovery. (which by the way I'm not doing that great with, but I'm also not failing at).

I donno, maybe I'll just stick to this blog and think that a grandmothers flattery is always uplifting. Titan is bugging me to take him out. 11:30pm trip to Civic Center for some ball time should be fun.

G'night.