My man, my book, my family – three main issues keeping life interesting.

There aren’t a lot of separate compartments in my life anymore. Almost everything is connected to every other thing.  Today, I’m thinking about the book that I’ve been working on seemingly forever.

When I started spending time with Kevin one of the first things we talked about was our death experiences. His was the death of his ex wife and his role as caregiver for her. Mine was the death of my husband, Dennis, and my role as caregiver for him. I told him that I had written about my experience and that I was getting a book published about it. I guess he was impressed. He started planning to take me on a book signing tour when the book came out.  He’s still waiting.

So having told a little about Kevin, I must now tell something about the book. Since I knew nothing about publishing, I paid a publisher to help me through the steps. Three or four times I have been excited and told family and friends that great progress has been made. The rough draft of the book was written and a cover was designed. Beta readers gave feedback. Editors helped with development and cleaning up the copy. All this to say that progress has been made, but so agonizingly slow. 

I understand that I am not the publisher’s ideal client. I haven’t wanted to blast social media with the marketing of my book. I haven’t wanted to hunt down people to endorse my book. I have gone on zero podcasts to talk about my book. I’m not planning on book signing tours (sorry Kevin). I only want a written record of what happened for posterity. It would be nice to sell a few copies but that has not been my main goal. 

Now, it’s been over a year since buying my publishing package. I have no idea if anything is happening with the final stages toward a finished book. I’m getting worried about the lack of response. I’ve never had a hard copy of my manuscript, but to be safe I had one printed. I gave it to Kevin. He read it. I hoped he would understand me better, through my story, and I think that happened. Once again, major issues in my life get connected, one to another. Funny, right?

Bu this whole “book thing” needs to be done soon. I can’t keep editing, rewriting, and reliving it in detail over and over again. Initially I felt that God wanted me to record what my husband and I were going through. I still think that, and if it is true, I will at some point have a book. But I’m done telling anyone to hold their breath waiting for it.