Crazy Quilt: (memoir) stitching life's tales together any which way

Plan B: April 2020

I've been journaling since 1970, and recently finished several months' work typing up the oldest hand-written journals. With the pandemic tightening its noose all around, I had to face the reality that it could do me in (weak immune system), but no way was I going to leave this life without putting my journals in order.

Because my total word count spanning 5 decades is... get this... 1.8 million words! Maxing out the self-publishing book size, it makes four huge volumes. Not likely any descendants will want to plow through that. (I treasure my great-great-grandfather's one-volume journal.)

So I've been sheltering in place, feverishly skimming and editing and trimming down, trying to cut the mass in half. Even so it will make up two large self-published volumes. I've finished 1970 - 2006. Another week or two will complete the rough cut. After that I can ease off and take my time polishing the account (uploading from time to time), and get back to a variety of pursuits. If at any point I get sick, I'll just go into Kindle publishing and click the publish button and be done with it.

It's a plan. Like packing plenty of water before a drive across the desert. Hope not to need it.