Paranoia At Its Best

Do you know the definition of paranoia? It’s the baseless or excessive suspicion of the motives of others. Two key words here: suspicion and others. Why are people so worried about my motives and what I’m trying to accomplish? My goal is to inspire. My intention is to entertain. My motive is to write stories. Not air out people’s dirty laundry.

The point I’m trying to make here is that I’m a little taken back by the lack of credit I’ve received for my first book. I’m not addressing those that have supported me, helped me and encouraged me. I’m addressing those that have approached me in an awkward situation asking if the book is about them or if its about our story…. tuh! Give me a little credit!

My first suggestion is to read the book. Just read it before you ask questions that really can be answered in the book. But to help save your conscience, here is a global answer for you. An answer that is quite fitting for anyone who asks. One that applies to everyone… No! The book is not about me, an ex, our story or anyone else’s story. Its a fiction book. While everything is made up from the depths of my imagination, it’s all situations that can indeed happen in real life.

Now to address the paranoia that some of you suffer from. Had you not brought any drama to my life,  there would be no need for you to be worried about if I aired out your dirty laundry in a book. That’s not my style. That’s not my job to tell a story of how you did me wrong. That’s already been dealt with. My job is to entertain by writing what comes to mind.

The saddest thing about this is that these are some of the same individuals who didn’t bother to support me and said my book will be nothing. I heard what you said. Now my job is to make you paranoid about that!

~Am I N_My_Write_Mind?


It’s The Final Countdown.

Someone asked me about my book and the plans for a book signing. It was someone so unepected to ask how I was doing. Maybe she was just being nice. Maybe it was small talk but it made me smile.

It has finally hit me that I have a book. Something that I’ve written, formatted, edited and published. In two weeks, I’ll be sharing with the world one of many of these stories that have been running rapid through my imagination… wow that seems like its nothing, right? Wrong.

I had to take a deep breath and really soak it all in. My birthday was yesterday and I wasn’t really concerned about celebrating because I was more involved with the book. That was pretty strange because we do birthdays really big. Family and friends take birthdays seriously around here. However, it wasn’t until yesterday when I had my family and friends at dinner that I realized I had been really ignoring what I already had.

I’m so blessed to have learned from this experience. There have been plenty of ups and downs, positive and negatives. But in the end, I’m getting more and more excited about what’s in store for my writing career. I’ve done something that makes me happy. I’m officially counting down until the day I get to share my dream and my work with the rest of the world.

~Am I N_My_Write_Mind?