We’re almost midway through the month and I just finished my February book of the month this past Sunday! Oopsies! Even though it was a quick read and I finished the majority of it in two days, my schedule at the end of the month allowed little focus time on my book. It was a fairly enjoyable read, however I must confess that I’ve read from better writers. In fact, the whole time I was reading it, it reminded me of my own mediocre writing and I began to have this attitude of “Well…he got published and he’s not that great of a writer. Does that mean I can do it, too?”.

I used to strive to get better at my fiction writing and was convinced my destiny was to get amazing at it and publish novels upon novels. That dream went to the wayside for a bit when I didn’t see my writing improving fast enough, life got in the way, and here’s this book I’m reading reminding me of a few unfinished writing projects of my own. I took one out and worked on it a total of two days through the month. Sad. But I have the intention of making the time and actually finishing this writing project. Maybe that’s the difference between him and me. He actually got his story out of him and on to paper.

Wish me luck on that one, guys!

So here’s my March book of the month, which I’ve started reading and it’s proving to be a quick and fun read as well! If you like humor, you’ll appreciate this one! And the writing is better!

Book Descripton: Bob Sullivan, a jilted husband, sets off to explore the world, experience a meaningful connection with the divine, and rediscover his passion. His travels lead him from his home in New York City to a drinking bender across Ireland, through the glitz and glamour that is Las Vegas, and to the hedonistic pleasure palaces of Thailand. After a lifetime of playing it safe, Mr. Sullivan finally follows his heart and lives out everyone’s deepest fantasies. For who among us hasn’t dreamed of standing stark naked, head upturned, and mouth agape beneath a cascading torrent of Guinness Stout? What could be more exhilarating than losing every penny you have because Charlie Weiss went for a meaningless last-second field goal? And what sensate creature could ever doubt that the greatest pleasure known to man can be found in a leaky bamboo shack filled with glassy-eyed, bruised Asian hookers? Bob Sullivan has a lot to teach us about life. Let’s just pray we have the wisdom to put aside our preconceptions and listen. Because what Bob Sullivan finds isn’t at all what he expected.