Now that I'm a queen, I've decided to do what I've always wanted to do - write a book. Of course, I'm in no way qualified to pen such a piece of literature. I know zero about the process and have only an inkling of how authors are able to make their writing pay.
I plan to ask a few friends, mostly writers and former Nashville residents, to be the first to read my manuscript. Then I'll go back to New York and search for a publisher, hopefully in Nashville.
Here's the skeleton of my idea:
With my sweet and powerful husband, we were invited to live in Nashville for an academic year. We could be the first ones to live at Belmont's campus since it opened for business.
But I could be leaving my husband for good.
I met this guy on the way to class. He's so cool. He understands all about my poetry. He's funny and he's kind. We connect on a deeper level than almost anyone else I know.
But he's not a Vanderbilt student. And he's not a student at Belmont.
I've lived in New York and Nashville before, but this is the first time I've lived here on campus. There's no way I'll be able to make a life for myself here if I don't make something of this big-time, unknown, mysterious guy.
And so I plan to live with him.
I'll go on this academic adventure with my love, and in my heart, I'll be with him. I'll pretend that there's someone else who's in love with him too, the way I am, even though I know there isn't.
How do I accomplish this impossible feat? Does anybody know? I've been thinking about it all day, and I can't come up with anything solid.
Perhaps the world needs an expert on the art of crazy love.
I'm hoping I'll find someone like that here, some stranger who understands that the most complicated love affair you'll ever have will make you a better, more courageous, more honest person.The 0b46394aab