Monday, May 7, 2012
The current version of The Brass Bell is under final consideration through a peer review process at the university press. I have confidence they will like the book as much as everyone else who has read it, and then the contract will be finalized and the editorial and production phase will begin.
I fear it's taking so long that people think I'm making it up, that there is no publisher, and there is no book.
My father died yesterday and I'm sad he didn't live to see the book about his childhood, his school, his grandfather, and his beloved Aunt Marion. I told him before he died it wouldn't be long and the book would be a reality, and he cried. They were tears of happiness.
The writing of a book is more than putting words on paper. Whether it's fiction, non-fiction, or narrative non-fiction, a book is given birth to from the author's soul. It is inspired by something that has touched them deeply, and it is never a solitary process. It takes support from family, from friends and colleagues. Without the help I've been offered by so many, there would be no Brass Bell.