Tonight, Allan and I are reading and editing the final chapters of Brain in a Jar. (And super special thanks to pal Tracy for pitching in on this round, too!) Tomorrow, I’ll send our changes to Broadstone. And then this chapter, this phase, is closed. Next time I see the manuscript, it will be a book in my hands.
God, I could write a book about writing this book. I could also write a book about all the people who made it possible to write this book. Right now, despite the fact that it is past his bedtime, David is helping me write this blog post.
As our family finishes up this evening’s task, millions of other families are finishing up tasks on behalf of their loved ones with Alzheimer’s disease. All sorts of folks facing their own final chapters.
Watching my father deteriorate and die was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to endure. I know exactly what daughters, like me with dads on the downslide, are going through tonight.
And I want them to know that I’ve written Brain in a Jar for their hearts, minds and hands, too.