A girl at work...very young...was talking the other day about writing a memoir. She's been driving me crazy for a good while. She has potential, but she'd rather complain and sort of slide by. It drives me right up the wall. And now she's talking about writing a memoir. Which she could do, because she tells lies like she breathes...a memoir would be easy to write for her.
I recall when Elizabeth Wurtzel wrote the Prozac Diaries...she got all this flack and people accused her of lying.
I felt so jealous of her. For being young, having potential and being thin.
I am at 26 pounds down. It's difficult and I am grumpy. I'm also grumpy for not doing a load of things...like writing. If I had written regularly from my twenties on and after I got out of grad school I might have published by now. Fear of rejection does a lot to a person...it stops you from jumping out of airplanes. But the truth is...that being rejected helps you grow and learn. Every successful person says so in their memoirs.
Maybe the annoying girl in my office will write a memoir or have a blog and being known far and wide. I'm not sure it would make her happy.
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