Monthly Archives: June 2015

Je l’ai terminé mon livre! (I have finished my book!)

imagesSometimes life gets in the way of blogging and that is why it’s been so long since I’ve written here.  I’ve been writing elsewhere. A lot of writing elsewhere and I’m happy to announce that I have handed in what I expect to be the final draft of my book. Cheers, applause, glasses of wine, etc…

This has been an experience like none other I’ve had and I almost gave up on it several times. I expected the book would be easy as it started out easy enough but as I delved deeper and my editor and I chose more emotional subjects to touch upon I found myself getting really mired in the dreck that I have sometimes called my life.

In between all this soul-searching, research into the past, thought-provoking depression and constant changes to the structure of the book, I had to try to eke out a living so that stalled things as well. Now, after having stayed up until 3am for the last six months or so the book is done, my editor has had a baby and is back to work and I have a lot of rather important insight into life’s adventures that I couldn’t have dreamed of even a year ago.

In the process of this book, I connected to certain parts of the last decade that I didn’t expect to. I expected that one specific chapter would affect me more than another but it wasn’t always the case. I will be posting a chapter of the book as soon as I’m able and as soon as a release date is clear I will let everyone know. As the book has gone through many changes we are behind in cover art and I am still tossing around a title (though I think I have one that I like – it stays with me, it sounds natural and when I hear it I am intrigued). I know I am not alone in what I’ve written about in this book from the good to the bad to the ridiculous and that is why I’ve had the support of my editor and why I have continued on when I thought I would much rather let sleeping dogs lie.

1361488280_let-sleeping-dogs-lieIn a new bedroom, a new city and a new life I have unfolded.

I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

––Rainer Maria Rilke