Five hundred more copies of Jody’s book arrived on my doorstop this afternoon. And this e-mail from Chapters South in London showed up in my Inbox:
“I am very interested in having you in the store to do a signing or two.”
Assorted thoughts now proceed from my brain:
1. Get a grip, Bruce. You’re not going to become famous. You’re just going to sign a few books.
2. Fame sounds like a pain in the ass. You’d have no life.
3. I want our story to reach the hearts of people far and wide. How exactly do I do that?
4. There’s no time for book signings. On July 21, I’m heading off on a six-week road trip to Western Canada. Then home for a week, followed by a very long meditation retreat in Massachusetts. See? No time.
5. Think of all the folks I could meet in the store. I love talking to people.
6. What if nobody came? What would that do to me?
7. It’s not like Jodiette: My Lovely Wife is a novel or anything. I just wrote a lot of e-mails and blog posts and strung them together into a book.
8. But it’s a good story, of two human beings who love each other deeply, who suffered and joyed together.
9. I don’t want this to be about ego. It’s not “Oh, what a good boy am I.”
10. Jody touched so many people in her life – friends, family, patients, colleagues. Now she’s opening the hearts of readers after her death.
11. What exactly am I going to do with the rest of my life? Whatever it is, I’ll be with people.
12. Will a publisher pick up our book so that readers across the globe can be nudged a little closer to their loved ones?
13. What are you blathering on about? Pick some other topic for today’s post.
14. On the front cover, Jody is looking deep into the soul of whomever’s holding the book.
15. Stay on topic, Bruce. Corral your thoughts into some coherent whole.
16. Who am I?
17. One woman told me that she read our book and now her mom has started it. And her daughter is waiting in line.
18. It’s just a book … 190 pages of large type. No photos. It’s ordinary.
19. Me, sitting at a table, watching a line of book holders approach? (No, no. There won’t be a line.)
20. Why don’t I just meditate for awhile? You know, the silent stuff.
21. Whew, sigh, hmm, and other short expressions of the unknown
Tomorrow I’m going to write about golf