I've written a book. 100,000 words, give or take a few paragraphs. It comes out at the end of 2018 in Hardback, Paperback and Digital form. Although the book has taken 3 years to write, it's a product of a 30-year journey.
This is a different kind of book for me. I've ventured from the comfortable world of non-fiction into the unnerving landscape of fiction. It's been an exhilarating and challenging ride, testing my imagination to the limit and then beyond.
Writing is a vulnerable process. My words sound like a work of art when I'm the only one to hear them. But the real test is when that manuscript is laid down for others to read. No hype. No excuses. No biased lens. A small group of people have seen the text, their input crafting something more beautiful than my own hands could ever do. And in a few months, another layer of my heart is displayed. General release.
Vulnerability is crucial for me. I'm a better person when I drop all the facade that modern-life and my head encourages me to hold onto. The temptation is to hype this release, make it into something that it's not. But I don't want to do that. Yes, I'm going to have fun with the promotion, but I'm also going to be faithful to how this book came about.
Over the next few months, I'm going to lay out the journey of this book as it goes into print. There will be a few surprises, tales and unanswered questions. Along the way, I'll open up about the design process and what you will get if you decide to buy the book. And maybe, there will be a few lines about my hopes, fears and insecurity.
This book has introduced me to The Twins. I don't know where they are going to take me or what I'm going to see. But I do know this simple truth.
The Twins are here. The Twins are real. The Twins are right in front of you and me.