The first draft is just you telling yourself the story. Terry Pratchett
I like my Primary Care Physician. He has seen me through a bike accident, some scary symptoms that turned out to be nothing, and an innocuous shadow in my field of vision that turned out to be cancer. He was a steady voice during COVID, giving us advice but ultimately letting us make our own decisions. So, I brought him a book.
Not just any book. It was An Intrusion of Trifles. I released it in March 2024, and purchased several print copies (at the author’s price) to hand out. So, I gave my PCP one.
He smiled, and flipped quickly through the pages. From my vantage point, all I saw was upside-down words on white pages. My breath caught.
He was glancing at the hundred-thousand words I’d written telling the story of Karen Sorenson’s return to law enforcement. It had taken eighteen months, a lot of stopping and starting, but I’d finally arrived at a story I could proudly publish. All of those words my doctor would read, and I’d written them.
I guess I’m fine. He said so, anyway. But, then he blessed my by asking that I sign the book I’d given him.
I love being a writer.