While out walking by the lake with a co-worker tonight, I began chatting about writing books … not that either one of us is writing a book, but perhaps that we might some day.
Writing a book seems like a daunting task to me. I can’t imagine writing a 400-page story.
"How many 30-inch stories do you suppose would fit in a 400-page book?" I asked. I can write 30-inch stories … 400-page books, well, that’s another matter!
It was then that Kari said something like, "Don’t look at it as writing a 400-page book – look at it as writing 12 chapters. Twelve chapters … that’s doable."
Well, I came home and realized I better start to concentrate on those chapters … although my project isn’t a book – at least not yet. My project is a scrapbook … nephew Matt’s scrapbook … and the chapters are the pages of images that span his life up to his impending high school graduation.
Until tonight, this scrapbook project seemed a bit overwhelming, but I’m taking Kari’s advice. I’m going to do it one page at a time.
At first I thought I’d use the words from Dr. Seuss’ "Oh, the Places You’ll Go," to help fill up the pages. Then, I thought about taking quips from Robert Fulghum’s "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten." I even considered collecting quotations about life, love, success and happiness and scattering them throughout the pages.
In the end, I decided I would just write from the heart. I’m not nearly as creative as my scrapbooking sister-in-law, but I can write. Keeping dry eyes while doing so? Well … I’ll have to see how that goes!