The Chasing Hope manuscript is in the hands of my publisher. (Blue Rider Press, Penguin Random House). I await word from my editor, suggesting I descend into editing hell and brace myself. How deep and hot it will be down there is anyone’s guess. It certainly cannot be worse than the writing.
I take note every day of the effects of pressure and anxiety on my health. It is as if I could write the script. I do not need to enumerate the manifestations. I will say that weakness and fatigue have become constant companions. I could give up writing books, go to the beach and drink pino coladas, though I suspect a negative cash flow would follow.
I checked out the blog this morning. It seems more messed up than ever. I have a week of downtime. I am determined to get the blog up and running smoothly. If there are any readers left, perhaps resurrection is possible. I hope all of you are alive and well.