Reality
Interesting work editing your own material. Although, it might be more precise to say I’m repackaging it. Editing will come later. At the moment, I’m working on what goes and what stays. I don’t suppose it hurts to talk about it. It’s not like I’m giving away any plot lines. It’s merely an annotated compilation of my already published writing on the subject of grief.
For those who’ve been along for the ride, it will be like walking plowed ground. I suspect, however, it will hit differently when read in one go. I know it hits me differently. And I know there will be readers new to the subject. That’s what happened with my first book, The Long Goodbye. You can read about five years of my life in a single weekend. Sounds like a bargain.
The irony is that I’ve survived the upsets to come face-to-face with my own mortality. That’s a nice cosmic joke. Luckily, it’s only an age issue at this point, but things are wearing out and wearing down. So, I’m forced to take it easier than I once did. In the end, that’s alright. My body is simply a tool to carry me around. I think the best part of living is done in my mind anyway, because that’s where I keep my ability to find the joy and beauty in life.