So, it’s a little bit harder to write a book than I thought it would be. I thought once I actually sat down with the intention to write that it would all come to me. I’ve known forever that I would be writing these memoirs, and have basically said them aloud to myself in their entirety. However, fingers to keys, not as easy. It is almost like I need to wait for the story to come to me, and when it does, it is basically awesomesauce. Waiting for it though? Lame sauce and a half. I need a muse!