Publishing?

I've been approached by someone who owns a self-publishing company.

My dilemma....is what I write interesting enough, and just plain enough, to put together into an article/book/published blog?  It's really just about me and my life.  Feels kind of narcissistic in it's entirety.

I suppose I could add in my QOD, Question of the Day, that I've been doing for years now on Facebook.  But then would I have to ask permission from each and every responder?  That's a lot of permission!  Some of my QODs resulted in over 100 responses.  And not always the QODs that you'd THINK would warrant a cornucopia of responses.  The question about wearing pajama pants in public was quite the attention-getter.  It also ended some friendships.  Yes, it really WAS just about pajama pants.  I KNOW, right?

Is my mind back to working at normal capacity?  I don't think that it is.  Although I have to say, my getting back into writing my blog seems to have helped jump start the wheels.  I still haven't attempted to read a book yet.  Although I read, and re-read, my posts every few hours.  More so to check for spelling errors and grammatical snafus.  Almost perfect is not an option.

Could I write about my life NOW?  The Three Stooges?  My wonderful husband?  We all live quite a boring life.  As I type this, the Three Stooges are all three snoring.  Mark is out putting the old, flooded carpeting into the van to bring to the town dump.  And I am typing and sipping my fresh-brewed Red Rose iced tea.  Wow, simply fascinating stuff!

My friend Lane Wilder told me today that I AM a writer.  She always knows the right things to say to me.