On the Writing Life

I'm sitting here listening to The Fray and pondering why it's taken me this long to get to the point in my life where writing feels like breathing. 

Maybe it's because I'm thirty. 

Maybe it's because I'm getting married. 

Maybe it's because I recently got the chance (thanks Vegas Book Club!)to Skype with Jillian Lauren, author of the tragically entertaining memoir Some Girls.

Maybe it's letter D: none of the above.

Or maybe the combination of hourglass sand and Jillian's sage advice was the catalyst I needed to view myself honestly and decide what kind of legacy I really want to leave behind.

I asked her when the climactic moment came that she knew she needed to tell her story. She replied it was a story that "kept coming back."

Those three words seemed to me to be the message I've been searching the stars for.

I remember thinking to myself as Jillian shared with our book club, "She's so amazing, but so absolutely normal." A mother, a wife, a lover of books and beautiful things... I felt as though I was having a glass of wine with an old friend (actually, she could have been a twin of my gal pal Alison!). After that, my next thought was "If she can do it, why can't I?" And I say again, well.... why not? 

These days, with technology outdistancing even Jules Verne's imagination, how many more excuses do I really have?

What am I waiting for?