That there is only so much time available to work can be a painful epiphany.
Push has come to shove. I am waist deep in the new book and the water is rising. I eat, breathe and sleep with this project. Blah, blah, blah. I am sorry to be an absentee landlord. I think I have written that before. I could see this coming in slow motion. It is a tough situation.
‘My former colleague, Bill Moyers, once told me in a Kansas City bar that journalism is America’s great continuing education course. That is so true. I am learning a lot about hope, coping and living with traumatic conditions. I am finishing Chapter Seven now, the working title being, Searching for Hope. And I am talking to extraordinary people.
I am going to other journalists dealing with life threatening or altering situations. These are people I know and respect. Tom Brokaw, the former NBC News anchor who is fighting for his life with cancer, Bob Woodruff, the ABC anchor who suffered a traumatic brain injury in Iraq, Allen Pizzey, a CBS News fireman based in Rome, losing his vision to Retinitis Pigmentosa have generously shared their stories and thoughts about hope.
Nonfiction authors are journalists. Journalism, it has been said, is the first rough draft of history. This is an exciting project and, I believe, worthwhile. It is a privilege to be doing this. I can only ask you to bear with me a while longer. I will try to be more attentive. Honest. Spring is upon us. Hopefully book and blog can bloom together.