Ok, but this is difficult.

Here is a message to all those few who are waiting for Book Two.

So am I.

I keep waiting for a miracle; that I will sit down and write and that it will come as the first one did.

I am looking at the parameters in which that first book took shape; That first year I was under-employed, working part time while also running the EcoHome with my wife, Birgit. I was doing a Masters Degree in Mathematics Education while also gardening on a daily basis. I was reading and playing computer games for hours on end. I was making music (debatable) and dancing like a mad thing most every weekend. Amidst that I wrote the first 100k words.

I found time. I made time to write.

And when the next six years came along I had this kernel of a book. One that I could mold and shape. One that I could dip in and out of then, in its final year, and with the help of my most precious friend and editor (Meg!), polish it up to the blob it became. 

I'm not crowing. Rather, that person that I describe is gone. I carry around their remains. Most of the time when I think about the second book I feel an overwhelming shame that I have not done more. This is, of course, counter productive, but I can't logic it away.

I hope that my life will soon settle down and that I won't have to work the way I have been. I love the teaching, but there is just so much of it.

I want you, the people waiting, to know that I am still working towards its completion. That I won't let my frustration completely overwhelm me. Those of you who have given me encouragement are oxygen to me.

A special mention to the person who recently yelled across the noisy Gallipoli Club;
"Just get it done! I don't care how shit it is!"
Thanks.
(also, here is an obligatory picture - pen on paper... as per usual)


"CHIKKUMMMMM!!!!!"