I'm Outta Here
In the one and two-thirds years I've been blogging, I've written enough material for three complete books.
First, I documented my get-rid-of-eating-disorders demons in Big Time Food Issues Road Trip.
Then I wrote down the interesting stories my Cop husband tells people when they ask about his job. I added a few stories I tell people when they want to know what it's like being married to a Cop. Call for Cover, the result, almost got the Cop fired. I quickly switched topics.
That's how I became confessional about living in and working on the fixer-upper we call Camp Kosovo, resulting in Indoor Camping. The house is no longer a dump and all we have left to do is about 100 dumb details not worth writing about. Rather than change topics again, I plan to spend the next few months challenging myself to find a narrative arc in 399 pages of whining about living in a fixer.
Wish me luck. Call if you need me, I could use the distraction.
A little help?  5:47:17 PM