I’ve been working on my book for a long time.
Well, I can’t say I’ve been working continuously…
To tell the truth, there have been some gaps…
To be perfectly honest, YEARS have gone by and I’m still working on it. And there have been some HUGE gaps. But a few months ago I finally got the fire in my belly and went through everything I’d written in my infrequent moments of lucidity and engagement.
And then I finally attacked the really tough part: the final chapter.
What final chapter? I’m still here on earth and there’s no final chapter in sight. What do you do to bring the story of your life to a close when it’s still going on full tilt and there are so many things to be resolved and lived?
This is a question no one can answer for me.
Anyway, here’s the deal. I’ve now written a major part of the last chapter of my book, but I’m just waiting for a few little (or maybe not so little) things in my life to reach some kind of closure before I can actually say, “OK, it’s DONE!!”
I hope you’ll all hang in there with me. I’ve given myself a vague “by-the-end-of-the-year” deadline. Of course I didn’t say which year, but I’m hoping it’ll be 2012.
And even if everything isn’t all wrapped up and all the dots connected by then, I could always write a sequel later on, right? Right? RIGHT???