I have unleashed a beast within my own life. I did it to myself and I have no one to blame but me. It haunts me day in and day out, morning noon and night it is always driving me. Sure I could do something about it but why? Who would have ever thought that this once crazy idea would have become a passionate force invading my every thought. Waking me in the middle of the night! Making me steal time, paper and pens. Anything just to write a few notes here and there. Argh! what have I done to myself…… I even find myself trying to explain the nuances of telling someone you just can’t say…… Because there is not life to saying that. In fact I have argued it with that person 5 times until my head was sore and i needed a break from him. Is this what I become frustrated writer. Mind you my dad’s book is moving slowly, but it is moving along. It even hit a small bump in waiting for him to come back to me with information. Plus he has lost so many memories it tears me up inside.
So while I was waiting I started another dream, my cookbook. Yeah I know I am not a chef but these are our families recipes that I would also hate to see drift off and be forgotten in time. It is a bit of fun to write a cookbook. I sit here and think how many people might enjoy these Recipes as much as our family has. The funny thing is there are not to many Desserts. I think this is due to the fact that there is hardly any room for them once you finish dinner, lol.
Though I think I might be upset if my cookbook makes more money than my Autobiography……..