Am I really that interesting

I wonder if people are really that interested in my life. I went to a book signing last night for "The Adventures of Cancer Bitch." It was a successful event for Sandi. Standing room only, a semi-celebrity was there (Mary Schmich from the "Chicago Tribune." She wrote the "Wear Suncreen" column in 1997, which became a song on the radio), they had free wine and cheese and t-shirts for sale. Sandi is a good reader. You could sense the energy in the room. People were interested in what she had to say, in what she wrote about with her struggle with breast cancer.

Her book began as a blog. It also became a 19 part series on Chicago Public Radio. I'm not sure if she intended her blog to be a book. I'm guessing she secretly did. Or maybe she publicly did. She's a writer, so of course it was on her mind.

I have these doubts in my mind about, well, about me. Is my life really that interesting? Interesting enough for people to want to read 365 snippets? Interesting enough to get my words out beyond my circle of influence, my circle of friends? I know my mom reads this. I know my friend Shay reads this. Cyndi reads it, but not all of the time.

Am I writing this just for me and just for them? Does that matter? What's so special about me turning 40 that people would feel the need to learn?

Blogs are turning into books all the time. More now than ever. USA Today told me so: http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/news/2009-03-25-blogs-to-books_N.htm