It’s two thirty this stormy morning and I can’t sleep. I’m a kid waiting for Santa Claus on Christmas, heart pounding, eyes wide! But Christmas was four days ago and this gift I’ve given myself weighs eight hundred pounds, takes up a lot of space and controls my life. Today one thousand copies of my book, You Came Here to Die, Didn’t You, leave Color House Graphics, my printer in Michigan, due here in California within a week.
Five years ago I retired prematurely from teaching to write this book. Rather than finish off three years of my career for full retirement benefits, I decided to take a chance regardless of the consequences. It’s not the first time I’ve done this.
I had no clue what was involved in writing a book and I found “writing” to be the easy part. It’s all the other skills I had to learn and all the questions I had to ask to get that 46,000 word creation between covers, into cartons and onto that truck.
How I got hooked, how I found my way, who I encountered and what I’ve learned in the process are the subjects of these blogs.