I’m just going to put this out there for the world to know: I love to read! When my husband and I were first dating, I didn’t even own a television and was plenty contented either having my nose in a book or my fingers tap-tappy-tapping away at a keyboard, writing my latest Great American Novel (all of which are still in some stage of incompleteness). Nine years of marriage later, my husband has won the battle of the TV’s as there seems to be one in every room and–for some strange reason–they all seem to be constantly turned “on” at once. Oh, but I digress…
A few weeks ago, I made a commitment to myself to read a book a week, and I have had such fun with this little challenge. Tonight, however, I sit frustrated with this week’s selection. My choice for this week is an autobiography of a great athlete whom I love to watch compete. I do not want to give too many details of sport, age, or any other factors because the book isn’t turning me off from admiring him as an athlete, but it does bring me to a point that I feel the strong urge to tap-tappy-tap to you:
If you are a famous athlete (or movie star, or singer, or anything but a child prodigy of some great, intellectual kind) but did not even finish your sophomore year of high school, please, please, PLEASE do not write an autobiography. PLEASE, if you would like a book written about your amazing journey to athletic greatness, recruit an actual writer to write the biography about you. OR, have a ghost writer pen the book and stick your name on it.
It actually makes me sad that this athlete’s publicist, editor, publisher, family, or WHOEVER didn’t put their foot down and offer a better solution to the self-written autobio. This, I believe, is the down-side of stardom…being so surrounded by people there to please you that no one has the gumption to say “NO” in some form.
And, you…yes YOU…if you are a supportive, nurturing, caring person, who prides yourself on a “live and let live” mentality, practice the art of saying “no” once in a while. It doesn’t have to be harsh or impolite, but sometimes a kind but firm “no” will prevent a train wreck of a book…or the equivalent.
Now, I must get back to my reading. I can slug it out this week and choose next week’s selection much more carefully!
Make it a great day,