“Marla, are you writing another book?” This is the question that I am asked on a regular basis. I appreciate the interest, and happy that if I do write another book, a few copies will actually sell, but ooohhhh the pressure! When I was in grade school, one of my favorite things to do was to lock myself in my bedroom for the afternoon and work on my poetry and short stories. I would read them to my cat, Kittypaw before finalizing in ink. If my story held her attention, I knew it was pretty good.
These days, I write in my home office. The stories in my head jostle for my attention. My matchmaking clients have to come first since they allow me to avoid standing on the street corner holding a tin cup. I started a book about my days working as a waitress in Chicago in the 90’s. Yes, started…. when you ask? Ten years ago! I got to the halfway point and just put it away. I was stuck. But there were some gems in there. I especially loved one story about a particularly crazy Valentine’s Day at a steakhouse I had the pleasure of working at. I decided that story needed to come out into the open, so I published it as a short story called Amateur Night.
Writing is tough. It can be lonely, it can be tedious, and it can be frustrating. But when you have been bitten by that bug, you’ve been bitten for life. Sort of like a vampire, once bitten, you can never turn back into your old self.
I love this video of Lewis Black on writing a book. He hits the nail on the head when he compares writing a book to having to do homework everyday of your life!