Thanks very much for that heartfelt comment, I appreciate your kind words very much.I just got caught up at around 4am this morning and I want to say, this thread is full of epic goodness of a kind that surpasses easy description.
In a way, I feel I cheapen it by thinking in terms of entertainment because this was something that happened in real time, while real people were affected. But the value of it as a participatory experience is very high precisely because of that. It's much more than entertainment, because you come away affected by it. And the lessons that Tom is trying to teach are among the most valuable we are "sent" here to this school called life to learn.
A lot has happened that's changed the book. It's continued to evolve as I found more material: diaries, photos, letters--all the stuff that I thought I'd thrown away but actually stuffed into the back of filing cabinets and kept, even though I thought they'd always be too painful to ever look at again.
They aren't anymore. I can now say with complete honesty that I can look back and see the value of everything. That isn't to say I'm a shiny, happy person all the time now, cuz I ain't. Wait'll you read about how my computer hard drive crashed in the middle of writing this and I had to write in longhand for a week, which was hell because of the arthritis, and while doing that I caught a thief on my property stealing something worth several hundred dollars.
Yet I didn't lose my shi'ite, which for me is miraculous. So I think the change is permanent.
I collected all the photos, and now I'm sweating out permissions for the use of written material. This is the hardest aspect for me about writing nonfiction. If there was ever a time I was going to revert to my raging former self, it'd be now.
I try to think of it as binary: Either I get permission, or I don't. If I don't, I'll adapt and overcome, as they say in the army.
The book will be worth the wait. I promise.