As I write book II, I live book I.

The thing about pulling my life out into a series, rather than one memoir, is that; once I think I’m going to write the next one – I begin taking steps to live the next one.

The results are interesting, to say the least.

I have here a note, that I intended to send out to the stranger I meet in book II.

I am grateful I stopped myself; but there are definite connotations leftover from my previous experiences.

I wanted to share, but now I realize, this letter is just an excerpt from a chapter in Cake; something to do with a warrior, a jester, and a seed.

Now, I reckon, if I wanted to rename the Stranger, I’d call him Jack; for he planted a bean.

I’ll keep the letter handy, seems to be working as a reminder to what happened after. . .