Round People, Square Earth

I swear! I did try to write one! I saw it whole and complete, with orderly sentences and neatly squared paragraphs! There were logical chapters parading on its pages - one after the other. I saw my book - in hardcover, hanging out at Barnes and Noble; hobnobbing with the other prominent books, proudly parading their slick cover art and glossy jackets - all puffy-chested and proud.

I saw my handsome, inspiring, organized, well written book, and I saw you too...reading it. It was all there...in my mind. But, as has been my experience in this journey: so much of my mind operates on theory. So, without getting into the whole sordid mess: life gives you what it gives you - which is on occasion; messy, chaotic, misspelled, and random. That is what happened to my book - at first.

It’s getting better now. I've fed my book. I've listened and prayed to the benevolent "Cosmic Writing Gods". I've listened within too - for the sparks of a fire. I've nurtured, caressed and coo-ed to my book, and shaped and sculpted its word-shapes. I've tended to its fires, so that it might bring meaning to you - dear reader, and en-kindle your fires; so the world might be brighter.

So here it is. I present it to you - as is, flaws and all. Good luck with it. She stands on her own (or with you) - my book. Less standing actually - more sitting - on some fluffy internet cloud secretly wishing for a pair of eyes to touch Her carefully crafted word-body so that She may offer a ray of Her light to gazing faces. She floats along patiently...waiting...in hopes of en-kindling an inner flame, or percolating a vague chuckle in those who happen to graze upon her strange limbs that stick at weird angles.

I worry about her sometimes - floating out there - all vulnerable and messy like that. But then I remember that we too are floating - all disorganized and maddeningly imperfect at times, and I feel she'll be in good company.