Instead of doing the things I’m supposed to be doing (hours of grad school work, editing articles for a marketing company, cleaning the apartment, discovering something I can eat for breakfast that isn’t made of chocolate), I have been trying to come up with what kind of book to write.
Originally it was going to be a memoir. Then maybe a graphic novel. I briefly thought about a children’s book. Maybe poetry? A wordless picture book full of amazing illustrations? A book of conversations I’ve had with strangers? A book entirely written in tweets?
And I have come to the conclusion that it will have to be a mixture of all of those things. But you could write more than one book, Emily. You don’t have to create the book version of filling a cup with every soda that the soda machine offers until you’ve formed a gross brown liquid that seemed great in theory but actually makes you gag.
You’re right but you’re also wrong, because I want this book to be a reflection of my mind, which means it will include pages of humorous dialogue, beautiful prose, collaged pictures, rambling inner monologues about anxiety, old poetry, awkward pictures from my childhood, probably a lot of lists, and maybe even some fun puzzles because WHY NOT.
Get excited, everyone.
Memoirable Moments 