One of the annoying things about marrying someone smarter than yourself is that they occasionally have brilliant ideas that never would have occurred to you and force you to admit (again) that you aren’t as smart of you thought you were. In this case, Mrs. Rockwalker (she has so far refused to create her own pseudonym) asked me why I haven’t written a book yet. Of course for most couples this comment would probably take first place in the “Non Sequitor of the Month” contest, but in our house, not only did it not raise any eyebrows, but sparked my question, “What would I write about?”
Mrs. RW had just seen an interview about some fantastic new author who’s best selling work is just about to be made into a movie and was profoundly struck by how ordinary this woman was. Apparently she was a bored mother of three that just started typing one day and now she has an “instant classic” on her hands.
Mrs. RW’s point was that if a perfectly ordinary person could come up with something so well received, then surely someone as un-ordinary as myself could write something just as well liked and quite possibly even have my own movie. (Don’t worry, I won’t insist on a cameo!)
My problem isn’t that I’m against the idea of writing my own “instant classic” as much as I have absolutely no idea what I would write about. Should I write about teaching, the environment, being a father, or fantasy fiction? Should I be ironic, earnest, prophetic, or despairing? In short, what would Literature by RW look like? And who would do my cover art? Any and all suggestions are welcome!