So Far.

After some thinking and a few suggestions, I have decided to put up a piece of the newest book I am working on. As you can easily see I have minimal followers on this blog and while I am thankful for the three of you, and it may be a blessing in the end, I also really want to get published and would appreciate the opinions of large quantities of people. So if you know other people, I'd love for you to send them this way :) I'm trying to figure out how my ideas/words come across to people other than myself, so even if only you read this, it would be a great help!!! Any advice or comments are welcome. Thank  you <3

7 Life Lessons I Learned While Cleaning Potatoes. (the name is in limbo, but it is also the original). 

by jennifer webb

Number one- Every accomplishment usually has a very humble beginning. 

In an effort to acknowledge that not all people, more precisely, that most people have trouble identifying the real meanings behind my words and stories, I feel that the term "accomplishment" might need more explaining, especially since we are supposed to be discussing potatoes.  Well, cooking can be a chore. You may be tired or sick and all you really want to do is have a good meal appear before your eyes, maybe after a blink and a head nod, I Dream of Genie style. Unfortunately, and I mean that with all my own sorrows, this is not a magical life we live in, at least not where meals materialize based on wishful thinking. However, there is a runner-up, or we have a close second, whichever phrase you feel more comfortable with. Potatoes. So simple, so filling, so versatile. Recently, while I was discussing the idea for this book, a person, whose opinion matters to me, asked, "So, why potatoes?" I guess I've never thought that way, hence the reason that they have the center stage on this, my first attempt at substantiation in the world of literature, that I otherwise thought impenetrable by me. With a little more reflection, I decided that I feel an affinity for potatoes. We, the potato family and I, both have rough, but stable beginnings, some people consider us nutritious while others can only view us negatively and above all, we are both easy^1. No, you didn't misread that, I actually just wrote that I am easy like a potato. This distance is actually Grand Canyons away from the ease of a Sunday morning. How so then, you must be wondering. Well, for that, you must also keep reading.

So, what do you think?