Spent the morning typing and editing a book about a man I have known almost all the days of my life. Wondering what I would be like if I lived until I was at least 98. Typing about true love and what you know about another human being is different than writing fiction about what you think another human being is like. One is more familiar while the other is more personal, intimate and complex. Working against a deadline like life expectancy is always hard, you want to get it done in time but at the same time you want it to be good.
That's were I am at today. how about you?
That's were I am at today. how about you?