Rarely does a week go by that someone doesn’t tell me I should write a book. Rarely. And long ago I made the decision not to try to discern if there was a note of sarcasm involved. It’s not that I’ve put it off…I’ve just dismissed the idea completely. First of all, I have too much respect for books (good ones, that is – I wouldn’t write any other kind, of course), and second – Wow. That seems like a lot of work. Really – a lot. I know me, and…who are we kidding here? I’m a let-the-dishes-air-dry kind of girl. I don’t wanna.
A blog is so much more me. Casual, spur of the moment, no begging money people to peruse the goods. It’s also a really great way to procrastinate. (No vacuuming today…I’m working on my blog!) So…here I am. When I was tossing ideas around I enlisted the opinion of A Friend Who Knows These Things, and she really grilled me on what this was going to be about. I worked in book publishing (yeah, really), and publicity (no, really) for a long time and tried to pull a pitch together, but we were both getting frustrated. I wanted endless possibilities; she kept trying to reel me in.
Even after we changed the subject to preserve the friendship I kept thinking about what I wanted to accomplish here. Do you know what an ‘elevator speech’ is? It’s a sales pitch that you have to accomplish in the time it takes to take an elevator up one floor. So I put on my Thinking Cap (with pearls!) and this is what it all boils down to:
Frank Sinatra was so keen on the fact that he did it "his way.” Well, not only do I do it my way, I want everyone else to do it my way, too, and this blog is going to spell out the how’s and why’s for you. I think the world would be a whole lot happier if I were running things; I know for certain my own world would.
I’m calling myself Ms. Smarty Pants because I’ve been called a smarty pants since forever, and because I feel the title I really yearn for – Queen of the Universe – isn’t something you can bestow upon yourself; you have to earn that tiara.
At least I think so. That’s something that bears looking into.
Anyhow, at long last I have something to put up and silence the doubters. (To be honest, even I was beginning to think I’d never actually get around to doing anything but talk about pulling this together.)
Stay tuned! Don’t touch that dial! See you real soon! Y’all come back now, ‘hear?
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