We all have a Book to write.

Today, thanks to someone who emailed me over the intraweb, but who I have never met, I was inspired to write the bare chassis of a entire chapter or three for my future book.  I am doing everything to avoid the reality of writing a whole book, but somehow the idea keeps coming out whether I like it or not. No matter how often I shove the idea into the deepest parts of my unconscious, the notion won't go away.  My sister will be happy she has been trying to prod me into writing a book for years, but I counter by telling her that if she is so keen, why doesn't she write one instead, I much prefer the hands on approach of day to day creative activity.