I wanted to update all of you on the progress of our book, but I need to combine the update with an apology.
I had been hoping to finish "When I'm 64" by the end of the year, which is what I told Dale Morgan when I saw her in Northern Virginia in early November, but a combination of our move from California to Georgia, some health problems for my wife and the first real case of writer's block I've ever had has brought me to almost a dead stop for the last couple of months.
It's strange. I have 12 of what I expect to be 24 chapters completely finished, and a number of others partially written. I've been bouncing back and forth between three or four chapters, with a couple that are almost done, but for the moment, I don't seem to be getting anywhere.
I'll say that come Tuesday, with the beginning of a new month, I'm going to chain myself to my keyboard and just start slogging ahead. I'll follow some great advice I got once from the late Mike Royko. When there's no wind and the sails won't fill, row.
I'm not Shakespeare or Bill Faulkner. Just trying to write a nice little non-fiction book.
So bear with me and accept my apology. We'll get there.