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I did this a while back up in the forest. I find it a bit embarrassing as I look back, but that is the way things work as you get older.

I still have the cabin and the hat. The coat, however, is long gone.

 

People who enjoyed The Duke of Morrison Street have been harassing me for some time to finish my sequel. I am two thirds through the first draft and my working name for it is The Guardian. I am writing this post as a way of spurring me on to finish it.

I was at a poetry reading and presentation yesterday by David Whyte. I was there because Cheri, my wife, asked me to go. At one point in the presentation Mr. Whyte made us turn to a neighbor in the crowd and discuss why we were there. I  ended up talking to a young woman who was working on her first book but was troubled with writers block. I said, as I often have, that what helped me was realizing that writing was done with my fingers, not my mind of my imagination. If my fingers are not on the keyboard, I am not writing.

Now I need to take a little of my own advice and get the fingers on the keyboard for the sequel to the Duke of Morrison Street.