Le Quatrième Pentamètre

journal.
This happened this evening. I spent the last 18 months deep in thought. What sort of book did people want? A memoir? A how-to? A digital book? A print book? What sort of font? What sort of line spacing and margins and...

And for 18 months, I had excuses. Today, I had 997 new words. Words written in my own voice. I decided and determined that I would write my book, my way. My book, written to be the book I wish I had when I began this long journey. A book that is amusing and witty, relatable, and full of actionable advice based on lessons I learned through painful or introspective experience.