Believe it or not (and by now many of my loyal followers are understandably doubtful), NAKED JOY has officially gone to press. With no turning back, my life will soon be an open book—presuming anyone actually reads it. .
I ask myself, “What was I thinking?”
Apparently I wasn’t…
That a private, introverted NObody would choose to author a collection of personal essays is one thing. But to publish the book for the world to see might just be crazy.
Nightmares have plagued me as my publication date approaches. The latest featured me attempting to sign a book for a reader. As I peel open a copy, the binding cracks, leaving pages falling apart in my sweaty hands. Any efforts to hold together NAKED JOY are in vain as evidence of years of toil disintegrates before me.
No one needs Freud to analyze that one.
NAKED JOY, Confessions of a Skittish Catholic from Idaho will be available for order on Amazon and through booksellers this July 4th.
More reason to celebrate?
Hold the fireworks.