I’ve been wondering if the books I’ve written, most of them
fiction, stand up to the test of time? Are they still readable?
Enjoyable? Worth keeping?
What’s next? Turn any of them into a screenplay and hope
for a miracle. I did it with THE MORNING MAN which eventually
became a motion picture. Will it ever
happen? Who knows
Talking to a female cousin recently, I mentioned my knees
wouldn’t put up with me running on them anymore.
“So what,” said Araby . “Your brain is still ticking. That’s
what counts.”
She nailed it. Good advice for anyone.
Author’s comment: If there‘s anything I’ve learned from the
past it’s letting it stay mainly where it is. It’s done its job,
paving a way for what’s ahead.