It’s been a long spell since my
last post – is that getting old or what? – I don’t really know how to begin except for
dive in head first.
Writing Beyond the Signs is becoming more and more difficult as time goes
by. There are people who are jerking my shirt-tail, asking; When is your next
book coming? The truth is, I don’t know. Life has many curve balls and the
pitcher is tilting an eye, signaling a drop ball at any moment.
swing, batta, batta, batta,
batta, SWING!
Oh well, my heart still beats;
the sun still rises every morning, (even though sometimes the clouds hide it);
birds still chirp, and Beyond the Signs is still in the making.
It takes a great deal of effort
to write something that has no conclusion. With novels, it really doesn’t matter.
With a book that contains all truth, well, it’s an entirely different story.
When a writer involves things that are intimate and close to the heart,
sometimes focus becomes oblique. That is what is happening here:
My friend, Lisa Cissna, is in pain
and lost her loved one, Robert, in a tragic motorcycle accident. This puts one
more chapter in Beyond the Signs as
she and others struggle through traumatic episodes that life puts us all
through.
God bless you, Lisa.
I’ll stop being selfish and leave
it there.
Until next time,
-Kirk Toncray
