A coworker of mine has told me a few times I should write a book filled with my little stories about my life. He also suggested the title Pancakes and Vodka. I actually like the title, it’s fitting of me, but writing about my own life outside of my blog seems daunting.
I am not that interesting. I am a jealous, paranoid, self loathing, yet overconfident woman in my thirties. My late thirties at that. I have only been working for two months ( I did get a promotion though). I am a walking contradiction most days. I work out but I smoke, drink, and eat like shit. I am a mother, who hardly sees my kids. I am a wife who always wants more. I am happily disgruntled most days. I am ok with this, but find it hard to write about for more than a few paragraphs. I am vain, but not that vain (insert nervous laugh). A whole book about me….No way….maybe.
So I am going to start simple. I am going to start with the title (which I didn’t even come up with).
Pancakes and Vodka. This title came to be when The Guy in the cube behind me was laughing at me because I was telling him how my kids made pancakes for dinner the night before, and left the mess for me to clean up. He said he never met anyone who ate pancakes as much as me. Then he said he thinks I like pancakes as much as vodka. We talk about alcohol a lot at work. So there you have it. Pancakes and Vodka; quite possibly my two favorite things, and A brand new category on my blog with the possible intention of maybe sort of trying to get published one day. Of course I should probably give myself more than 20 minutes of writing time if I want my stories to be any good.