April 7, 2009
I want to go on a book tour.
I guess I’d have to write a book first.
But what would I write about?
I can’t give advice, I haven’t been through enough to warrant myself as an authority.
I don’t have anything meaningful and inspirational to talk about.
I think the most appealing thing about writing a book is the fancy book tour.
I’d stay in Four Seasons all over the country, be jet-lagged, wear dark sunglasses, and order eggs benedict from room service. But chances are, when I get to the book store there would probably only be two people in line, and they’d be all, I heard there might be free slushies.
My book sucks, and I haven’t even written it yet.