If I write a book… No… When I write a book, it will be about me. About what part of me to be specific? That’s the question I’m toying with nowadays.

I write.. in this blog… Mostly to channeling my emotions et al. But a post in LinkedIn sparks this idea inside me. You want to write a book, then write about something meaningful to you at least 50 thousand words. Invest your life probably a year or more. Faithfully put an hour or 2 hours a day to do this. Take back the hours you spent at Mark Zuckerberg app to actually create something. Let’s worry about how to publish it later. But right now… Let’s start to do this.

Then something in my mind starts to react as usual. Let’s sit with her for a while:

• It’s a brilliant idea, but I’m not sure you have one or two hours a day to write. Your journal is proof that you have little time to write.
• No one will read your book.
• You are having massive problems, the debts, the prolonged financial crises, the relationship with your family etc, maybe we should wait a better time to write.
• You haven’t a clue yet what to write. Why bother?
• You have no sponsor to publish it.
• No one will read your book. Eh… I wrote that…

Hemm… That’s it? Six negativity… Well… Way less than I think it would be. I even repeat that no one will read the book! So it’s basically five negativity. 😅😅 I seriously thought it would be a super long list.

So the question probably… When will I start.

Soon…. No… Tomorrow. I like to be specific.

Karin Sabrina