Lots of big announcements keep coming down the pipe.
As you know, Climbing Maya is coming out on May 1st from
Solstice Publishing. I’ve also just lined up my first production in San
Francisco – more on that to come.
As I was up working this morning – insomnia, again – I did a
bit of reflecting on this, which is easy when you’re half asleep. I thought
about how different things would have been – just where my writing is concerned
– without Vicky.
I often tell Vicky how thankful I am that she’s in my life
and I make sure she knows that this writing career of mine owes quite a bit to
her. And I’m not just talking about how much money she makes, though that is
very helpful to a starving (obviously not literally) artist like me.
If you look back on my body of work, you’ll find that most
of it wasn’t written before Vicky came along. Somehow, I was writing for 20
years before I met Vicky and eight years since and yet most of my books and
nearly every one of my plays came after we met.
Look at just the two most recent deals. Climbing Maya
literally couldn’t exist without her. She’s in it! And then, there’s Murielle’s
Big Date, which will be produced at The Dark Room Theatre in San Francisco
during the first three weeks of November. Murielle is a play about love without
the pain of love that had tainted everything up until then. It was really my
first play celebrating love and it came after Vicky came into my life.
Now, I’m writing Dynamic Pluralism, a book so ambitious it
changes the philosophy of ethics. I had been working on it for nearly 20 years,
but it wasn’t until Vicky that I believed in myself enough to start writing it.
Vicky helped me find that belief in myself.
Granted, she’s a pain in the ass and she gives me a lot of
grief – and that’s just the start. But I wouldn’t be the person I am today
without the benefit of her in my life.
Thanks, Vic.
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