The Book.

My book is coming along rather well.  I'm pulling things from everyone and everything in my life, and putting it on the paper like I imagine it in my brain.  I don't have to worry about what anyone thinks of it because I doubt I'll ever let anyone read it.  But if they do...everything will be good.  It will be well.

I think it takes real guts to write a book.  You have to be dedicated, and you have to persevere entirely with everything you have inside of you.  You have to reach back into the old files and dust off some that you will laugh at, and then some that you're even scared of.  You have to keep an open mind, but you must be able to close your mind to the world outside of your head.  Furthermore, you should like what you write.
You must fall in love with your own words before anyone else will.