It is the inscriptions that are so hard for me to write in my published books.
I mean, how much do you say? Where do you write it? How neat can you make
your penmanship, and will this pen blotch up on me?

This is my novel but it is not only my words. My father was the original author and did not make it to this moment of autographing a published book.

Last week was the 25th anniversary of my father's death. A quarter of a century later, we have full lift-off.

My father was a complicated man. I still see him in so many ways, through a child's eyes. Working on this book together transformed our relationship. Even after he died, we maintained our connection through our words. Our characters kept on living.

This blog will be an exploration of all that has gone into the book, both personally and professionally. Some reflections on writing it as well its characters, plot, literary themes and contemporary parallels. Enjoy. Comment. And read the book!