49 Reasons I Haven’t Written My Book Yet.
4 min readMar 24, 2021
There have been….issues.
- It was rainy out.
- I need to pick the right topic. A book is a big commitment and if you start out pointing in the wrong direction you could waste years of effort. Can’t have that.
- I need a big block of uninterrupted time to do my best work. Like three or four years worth. Weirdly, none of those convenient multi-year interludes have popped up just yet where I have endless duffel bags of spare cash laying about and simultaneously find myself with zero responsibilities, distractions or human interactions of any kind.
- I’m still young — there’s plenty of time. (54th annual edition).
- My mouse isn’t working right.
- I had that one good idea going a few months back for a children’s book where the mom was a space pirate super-spy with a farting problem but then I kept adding genres to the mix until it was an ungodly hash of every single kids movie and book I’ve ever encountered and …well, you know.
- I’m worried that if my farting space-pirate tooty-mom super-spy opus gains worldwide acclaim it might somehow undermine the credibility of my other book idea, a non-fiction meta-analysis of geopolitics and the law, the fall of modern governmental and supragovernmental institutions and the erosion of western…