Make Book Now

I'm hoping to quit architecture for a while to write a little bit of book. (I chose those words carefully.) I am entitled to write a novel because of the following reasons:

1. My first piano teacher drummed for the Bangles once; it must mean I am special.

2. I've been dumped by boyfriends for the following women: two 18-year old toothless models on a yacht, a hospitalized schizophrenic woman , Jennifer Love Hewitt. I'm definitely special.

3. I almost drowned in a tributary of the Amazon River in Ecuador when I was supposed to be in Chile, but the flight to Chile was canceled so I went to Ecuador instead, on a whim-- and I went white water rafting the night after a storm had caused huge landslides. Anyone who narrowly escapes death is allowed to write about oneself, especially if it's not about the near-death experience. If I choose not to include that story in my book, it means that I'm selfless.

4. I was a Getty Honor Consortium Seminarian. By title.

5. I siphon Wi-Fi from a celebrity blogger.

I'm going to have to transpose the insight I've taken from the above things, to make book. And that's the plan. I started writing last week and I have 16 pages so far.