Emergent literary geniuses?

So it might be time to purchase myself an escritoire.

Big brother and I talk often about writing autobiographies - but usually just fleeting conversations. I think we both have some internal desire to become published writers, and our childhood was pretty unconventional. A lifetime of stories that somebody (somewhere) might find interesting enough to buy.

So tonight he came up with the idea of writing a joint memoir sort of thing... either one piece with a collective voice or several vignettes told from each point of view. I like the second idea better. We talked for a long time about it - what we could include, who we would have to consult, who we might piss off, what might be best left out, who we know that's in the publishing industry... just bouncing ideas off each other.

We'll see. I think we are both serious enough about it that we might pursue it. And who knows, maybe we really will get published. Our "plan" is to start an outline this December in Mexico.

Oh. Should tell you that mother is in the process of planning a trip for "the four of us" given the events of last holiday season... remember that I opted out because I was so sick of the family dynamic? Didn't go over so well, naturally... and so I told her that we need to do something different - change it up a little. So this is her interpretation: an all inclusive balmy beachy happy family vacation. Really, I'm excited.

Really.

Ok, so here's what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid she'll decide to invite the builder (her apparant fiance - long story) and then he'll bring his kids because after all it is the big holiday and then it will be one big happy jolly blended Brady Bunch sort of thing.

But aside from that, I am excited about the prospect of my first tropical vacation... with all those other ignorant, self-righteous American tourists. But it will be a nice relaxing break from the usual family tradition.

Jeez, I can't even attempt to cover up the sarcasm today.