A Book?

ink-stained wretch squints in the sunlight like a bat who sleep-walked out of his cave

I’ve decided to write a book. More than that, I’ve already started writing it. I think it’s going to take a long time and who knows if it will ever be read by anyone but me. I have really been enjoying the process though. It’s shaping up to be a collection of essays. Sometimes my vision of this book includes sporadic pages of poems interspersed between the essays, and sometimes it does not. This seems to hinge on whether or not I feel like I am a passable poet on a given day. Usually I do not, but don’t be surprised (should I live long enough to finish this book) if there are poems in there in a few places. I’ve been writing it on airplanes, at home, on walks in the woods, early in the morning, and sometimes late at night. Hard to say for sure, but I’m guessing it’ll be about the seasons, bird hunting, music, kids, dogs, the smell of old bookstores and the like. My plan is to have no plan. I’ve included a passage below from an essay I plan to include in this volume for all of you saintly paid subscribers. If you want to check it out but do not currently meet that requirement, you can change that right here:

I don’t blame you if a peek paragraph that will probably be edited out of all recognition is not bait enough to warrant clicking that button. You just do what feels like fun this very minute of this very day. Thanks for being here and I’ll let you know how it goes.