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?
Next up: What Makes My Pants so Smarty
