Blab On My First Book

I am filled with glee that I have finally finished and published Little Joni’s Life Lessons. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain, I’ve always known that I wanted to be a writer, but I allowed other life clutter to bury that desire—until recently.

When I finally cleared the clutter enough to sit down and write, I had no idea what the first book would be about. I pulled out a folder that I had buried at the bottom of my closet and found about fifty pieces of scrap paper. Each one had a short paragraph written in my doctor-like handwriting. I think there was even a napkin from Dunkin' Donuts. I just wrote around the chocolate drippings.

These pieces of scrap paper represented the writing urges that were trying to push through my crowded brain over the years. But all I could manage at a given time was one paragraph on different topics. I opened the folder and started to read them. By the time I was done, I knew what my first fiction piece would be about.

I sat down at the computer and started to write an outline, but something was bugging me and I started to doubt myself. “Who’s going to read something you wrote? Nobody knows who you are and they probably don’t care. You’re wasting your time, you dope.” Self-love at it’s best, but I did think that I had a point. Nobody knew me. I know, first time authors are usually all unknown and they get known by their brilliant writing. But I didn’t think that I would be a brilliant writer (that self-love thing again), so I felt that I should start my new career by introducing myself to the world with a memoir. I figured, “to know me is to love me.” Hence, Little Joni’s Life Lessons.

Now, of course, there is no guarantee that everyone will love me after reading the book, but at least I’ll sound familiar and maybe someone will like it enough to want to read the second one and the third one and the fourth one…right?

Anyway, in case you're interested, Little Joni's Life Lessons is now available on Amazon.