Different topic altogether: publishing my book.

Although I am often quite introspective, as is shown in my two previous blog entries, my life is filled with humor and mishaps. I wrote a fictional comedy that is less fiction than I care to admit. My book is a fictionalized account of how my husband and I met and fell in love, with many elements being heavily fictionalized. But the most embarassing stories are mostly based in truth, as my sister was mortified to discover. The book details and elaborates on all the insecurities I've dealt with during my dating days. Although I love to convince myself that I am completely past all those trivial insecurities, I must recognize the reality..... I am not cured of all my very human downfalls. That's where the humor comes in. Why the hell should I, you, anyone determine to take life so damn seriously? Like I've said, I know I have that introspective side that sounds so knowledgeable and enlightened and intelligent. The fact is I STILL have my moments, days, or weeks that could have been better. That's okay! Our imperfections keep life fun as long as we are here. I embrace mine more and more, realizing that without my flaws, life would actually suck.