I can't tell you the last time I read [actually read] a book from cover to cover. I think it was the The Twilight Saga series back in 2008. I've purchased a lot of books since then and made it through the foreword and maybe the 1st 2 chapters. I have, however, finished over 50 self-help/motivational/personal development books on #Audible though.
The fact that I never usually finish books is probably a contributing factor as to why I always shrugged off the idea of writing a book about my life, as it's been suggested frequently over the past few years. .... but as you know I set a deadline to get a rough draft finished. ........ but I've been paralyzed by fear. I have gone over detail after detail of parts of my life that I plan on writing about, but can't figure out why I haven't started. Anyone who knows me, knows I never have a shortage of words. .... As I'm halfway through my first book about sobriety that the Universe sent to me via a total stranger, entitled #SoberasFuck, several things have dawned on me. — I have openly shared bits and pieces about my life, in small doses. I've never sat down and had to write out my painful past, including all of my mistakes, failures and things I've been shamed for. — I'm terrified of putting the truth out there and having it used against me. There was part in the book that I read today that made me really realize that I truly want to be loved for me, all of me, all of my mistakes, all of my fuck ups, all of my dirty past, all of my shortcomings and be accepted no matter what. ....Everybody has a chapter they don't read out loud & writing a book about my life of self-discovery leading to me becoming unstuck, unfucked, unleashed and unbreakable means reading every chapter out loud and it's scary as hell.