Perhaps I’m pregnant seems a bit strange coming from a 72 year old man. But you know, writers continually search for the next metaphor. It’s like getting up in the morning and wondering whether you will have toast, bagel and cream cheese, or maybe a breakfast bar and a strong cup of coffee.
When a writer comes upon a good story, something that might turn into a large manuscript and even a book, you are a bit gun-shy in sharing your thoughts. Perhaps it will be like a pregnancy that doesn’t make it to full term; perhaps you have to abort; or maybe the writing turns out to be a piece of shit. Whatever the reason, the pregnancy is concealed until you begin to show or you’re convinced that your project deserves to be seen.
Several weeks ago someone contacted me and asked if I would be interested in writing a book. We would co-author the book was his suggestion. Well, I’m still listening. He has the expertise in the area, and I would be the writer. Since the subject matter is in my “wheel-house,” I began testing the water. At this point, I’m excited about the subject and the two of us are still speaking. I’ve written some good stuff and the floor is covered with scrapes of paper. But that’s how writing goes.
At the moment, I’m buried in the research and writing, and having a great time. And oh yes, my back has recovered from two back surgeries and I’m flying high. Now you know why I have not been active with my blog. Lots of stuff to do.
In a few months I should know whether this baby is worth bringing to full term. I’ll keep you posted.