Writing a new book.
THE LAST TINMAN - On one hand hearing that he had been a person made him feel relieved and hopeful, but the way they talked about him as if he were not there, stung. Setting aside the impersonal way they spoke about him, he focused, trying to remember something, anything. Words kept flashing before his eyes making it difficult concentrate. He tried to dismiss the text, tried to find some way of acknowledging it so it would stop filling his vision whether his eyes were open or not, but the lines of rapidly scrolling commands and warnings would not go away.
