Two year plan. Two year plan. Two year plan. If I could type out the hesitant sputtering noises that are going on in my head right now, I would. This post has been on my mind for months... and months... and months. I've been questioned a few times about why I didn't write more about Hawaii (so many conspiracies going on!), but the truth is: there wasn't a whole lot that needed to be written. Most things, I was happily (and nervously) keeping to myself (and with Maryam). Mostly, we sat on the couch and discussed our favorite (okay, mostly our least favorite) instagrammers, my dating life, and most importantly: the beginnings of a cookbook. (Insert: more hesitant sputtering noises). I don't like to jump the gun on making big future plans public, it makes me very nervous of publicized defeat (rejection, failure, so on)... but here goes: on and off for the past year or so, I've been slowly (oh so very slowly) working my way to creating a cookbook. You know my "someday plan, turned now plan, turned maybe two years, but maybe not plan" I mentioned last week? That's this. I want to publish a cookbook. I doubt this is something I can completely accomplish within this year... but I've started. I have pages and pages of notes and a plethora of recipes put together. I have ideas, from very small to very big. I have support from some pretty business savvy lady friends. And I have (maybe most importantly) very wishful and endlessly hopeful thinking. I'm just, well... I'm lacking time. BUT I'm hopeful, (fingers crossed, please please please) in the next two years, if I organize, prioritize, and sacrifice a bit, I can have the plant-based (say no thank you to processed crap) family cookbook (for vegans and carnivores alike) that I dream of: written, photographed, published, and available for everyone.
If I fail, I'm failing for no one but myself, I do realize this. But now, if I fail, it's publicly. Scary, not fun, and unfavorable, for sure. But enough with the negative thoughts... (sputtering noises) I want to publish a cookbook. I want to publish a cookbook. I want to publish a cookbook. I'm going to hit publish on this thought that I've kept in my head for much too long. There's no turning back. Cookbook or bust.
Wish me luck.
Wish me luck.
ps. I totally found that miniature cookbook in the deepest crevice of my newer vintage couch, the day before I left for Masachusetts and Hawaii this summer. I'd like to think that's a promising sign of possible success.