OK, so you think it's not hard writing personal essays. You're right, it isn't. You just talk about yourself, right?
But the best personal essays are those heartwrenchingly honest pieces that really deliver for the reader. The ones that your poor blood into, that you break your heart over.
Well, I tried to do that. I tried to write a piece -- humorous, no less -- about my cardio problems. After I tried to write it, I found myself getting anxious and worried. Whatever I did, I couldn't make it funny. Instead, I was faced with my mortality, which in your early 30s, is not something you think you have to deal with. Anyway it freaked me out, I shelved the essay, and told my editor it wasn't working out.
Know your limitations. If you haven't faced what you're dealing with, you will when you write it. And the end result may not be very pretty or, in my case, lucrative.
Story is finally out! Loved visiting there, it was so beautiful even when it hailed like crazy and everyone ran screaming to their cars/hotels. Even the flood/mudslide warnings weren't deterring me from keeping my French doors open so I could hear the waves as I typed away on my laptop.
Today I had to get my blood drawn because my cardiologist is deciding whether or not I am a candidate for CHAD (congestive heart failure, hypertension, athero--oh, high cholesterol or diabetic). I believe I'm none, but doctors are in the pocket of Big Pharma. Anyway, if I'm not he's going to not worry about my arrthymia.
Ate chicken tikka masala, tandoori chicken and the most mouth-watering naan in the East Bay. Seriously. Not kidding on this one. This Indian restaurant's food is OK (with the exception of the chana masala, that's very good) but their naan and chai tea seriously are four-star. They serve the real chai, the kind that collects in the bottom of the cup, the kind that you're not quite sure you like it the first few times you have it. Then after a few cups you start craving it weekly, wanting that cardamom, quasi-acquired taste in your gullet.
