I was going to take a picture of the book I just published. Unfortunately, it's not my novel and it's not going to make me any money. I recently received my blog in book for from January 2009 - October 2010.
It's 354 pages.
It's filled with words and pictures and memories. It's all about Ethan. It has a post from nearly every single day. And it's something that I look forward to sharing with Ethan when he's older. It documents my struggles and joys with him as a baby. It discusses my thoughts, my feelings, and my outlook on the world. It will give him insight into who I was and who I wanted to be and what kind of mother I hoped I was and could be. And it shows him how much we love him. How much he changed our lives for the better.
I'm currently working on October 2010 to October 2011. It's 154 pages. Not nearly as long.
And if I were to publish October 2011 to October 2012...well, it might only be 50 pages.
Holding that book and looking through all the memories and moments and milestones, I realize how important it is that I keep writing. Not so I can have an audience of people, a group of followers. Because it documents life and gives more to my boys than the letters I write to them on their birthdays. It gives them insight into a world they'll scarcely remember. And when they have little ones someday and they are complaining about this or that, I can say, "well, let's see what you were doing. Oh, yeah. You weren't sleeping either. Let's see when things started to get better."
I would've loved to have something like that to refer to. And so I'm not going to try to think of things that might interest others (not that I'm very good at that). I'm just going to write it all down. Because while I'm doing this for me, I'm also doing it for my boys. And I'd hate for Dylan to feel he got jipped in the whole "memory lane" department!