I am beginning to see myself as a sort of listless ground urchin in comparison to some other writers and English teachers I know. Comparing myself to my peers and colleagues makes me recognize that outside my work as a teacher, I could basically be replaced by a mop taped to a vacuum cleaner playing clips of The Office.

It’s because I don’t have a book, or that’s what it’s beginning to feel like.
Sometimes writerly friends ask me if I’ve been working on anything lately. That’s the really transparent code phrase we use which actually asks “have you been working on anything other than the things you’re professionally obligated to be working on?” Lately, I get to say that I actually am working on something, and it’s pretty fun. But then they ask what it is. Why do I never expect them to ask follow-up questions? I’m a fool, that’s why. They ask what it is, and then I have to admit that it’s a blog and not some tell-all memoir or a novel of whimsical adventures or a children’s book that’ll give tiny proto-humans ice-cream fantasies. I tell them I write for my blog, and that is kind of like telling someone you have a cat when they ask if you’ve got kids.

But that’s bullshit. I like writing here, and the weird implicit hierarchy in which social media writing is at the bottom and highbrow creative shit with works cited pages and epigraphs are at the top is just absolute untenable and unreasonable bullshit. I’ve written more and practiced more and worked more on my writing every day than some of my peers who give me that queasy “oh, so you’re a blogger, not a writer” look. It’s the weirdest thing that some people will feel superior just because their shitty writing is for a novel they’ve been working on–exclusively at coffee shops–and not some low blog.

When I get this reaction from people who I know have absolutely no justification for it, I immediately want to double down. I want to start another blog and devote it just to describing how their nose is slightly off-center and how the way their face rests makes it look like they’re trying to remember the name to a song they’ve got stuck in their head while also being fondled by a garbage disposal. I want to devote all of my writerly self to this thing they don’t even recognize as worth trying out.
But then I have to slow down.
And think.
And get annoyed with myself.
And then I have to reconcile my love for writing on the internet with this deep, shameful agreement with my peers. I do think I should be working on a book, or at least some big project. My problem has always been that I haven’t had time, or haven’t had an idea, or haven’t been confident enough in my writing. I don’t really have those excuses anymore. I have time, I know I could get an idea, and I actually like my writing as long as I’m not reading it.
But I don’t know if anyone would ever actually read a book I wrote. I know it all depends on what it’s about, if it’s actually any good, and–most importantly–if it ever gets finished once I’ve started it, but I’m still a little curious.
So I suppose this post ends in a question: anyone who has read my stuff, do you think you’d read something I wrote that extended beyond 2000 words, or are you like my cat and are willing to commit only so much attention to someone like me?
Blogging IS real writing. And lots of bloggers have sold books that are nothing but collections of their best blogs. So you ARE writing a book, potentially. Stick your tongue out at the tea shop crowd. (Lots of their “novels” are never going to see the light of day, much less inspire people to come back every day and see if you’ve written more.)
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This relentless positivity and validation is so strange. What is this feeling I have? Is it… happy?
Thank you! I think I might start working on a big book project, but I think I’ll keep in mind the writing I do here too.
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The answer is in the question: it’s on your mind, so do it.
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Hmmm that’s a pretty good point…
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I would love to read a few thousand words from you 🙂 I do books and blogs. I enjoy them equally and consider them equally fulfilling.
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Thank you! I think I am going to start working on something longer. It feels like a good time, and I’ve been enjoying writing again so much
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Huh! You think you’ve got writer insecurity? I just happened upon a novel – not in my library – written by a girl I used to sit next to in class. Actually I was made to sit next to her. She was good at maths too.
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That’s awesome! I’m hoping one day someone think the same thing about me if they run across my book in a dollar store. Except, I definitely wasn’t good at math
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Me neither. I copied her maths.
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I’d read it, sure. Might regret it, but I’d read it.
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I’d write it. Definitely will regret it, but I’ll write it
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Love your humor and writing style so my vote is yes, write a book!
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Thanks! 😀
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Just go for it! That’s got to be an amazing feeling of self accomplishment to finish a book!
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That’s a good point. I might be starting one soon because of all the feedback I’m getting through this post
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I think you definitely have a voice, which in my opinion is something that’s very important in being a writer!
Maybe, you can try writing a short story. That’s what I’m currently doing and completing those gives me a sense of immense accomplishment. Especially when I share them with others and I get a positive response.
Ultimately it’s up to you of course, but remember…YOLO.
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Thanks! I used to write a lot of short stories, and I might give it a try again. I can’t tell if I miss it, or if I just miss inflicting my short stories on my workshop partners
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Lol, probably both!
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I am sure you will rock as a book writer. Like the cat story 🌸😊
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Thanks! I think I’m going to give it a try
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You should 👍
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I’m currently reading Samantha Irby’s “We Are Never Meeting in Real Life: Essays” which reads like a collection of blog posts. You could definitely pull off something similar (or something entirely different, I’m sure). She started out blogging, too!
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Now I’ve got something else I really want to read in this brief window of free time I’ve got going on. It would definitely be fun to write something like this
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The good thing about books is they’ll always be there for you when you find more free time! You’re already kinda writing stuff like that, so keep doing what you’re doing and stick it to those memoirists!
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Barring nuclear intervention, I suppose you’re right 🙂
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