It ends up that I spent the past hour or more working on my book.
Yeah, I’ve told people on and off over the past five years that I have been working on a book. Even though much has not come forth. That is due to a lack of direction.
But I have decided my direction has to come from somewhere, and why should it not come from here? I mean, why shouldn’t at least part of my book come from the time I have spent over the past half-decade? These have been some of the most tumultuous, yet some of the most interesting of my life. These five years have marked a time of facing aging and pain head-on. It is a look at “middle age plus then some.” It isn’t always a happy time.
Many folks want happy stories. Many want uplifting tales. Mine aren’t all that way. Yet, all of my stories aren’t all depressing. I have written on this blog on all sorts of topics regarding my life — past and present –society, politics, yadda, yadda and yadda. So why shouldn’t from these Web pages come a book of sorts?
You want to know why? Well do you?
I can’t think of any reason why such a book shouldn’t be.
My mind is beginning to focus on turning, at least, parts of EFD into a book or a CD or both.
Obviously, all of this blog doesn’t belong in a book. And so it will be that this “book” or whatever publication coming forth will contain excerpts from the past five years of EFD as well as fresh pieces of life from Eight Feet Deep.
What happens, we shall see what we shall see.
So let’s see if we can make a book out of this, what do you think? Or don’t you?