This book is coming along. It really is.
I have promised myself to focus on finalizing the book this summer, which means, no travel until September.
Some days, my hypnotherapy client work can be intense, in both its depth and the volume. I try blocking at least one day per week to dedicate my time to the book.
A long way to come, but it has come to the last round of editing.
Today I had a last-minute cancellation with a client, and it gave me some room to reorganize where I’m at on the journey of this book-writing time-travelling project.
It brought my mind to New York again. Tim and I were visiting it in April, for his birthday.
Struggling to remain objective, I am aware of a strong and ridiculously comforting sense of familiarity, in New York, even though it’s only my second time visiting it, in this life.
I have judged the city, before I even came here. Now I’m madly in love with New York.
I am standing in a portal between memory and reality; it was clear at last that the only gap between the two was of time, of past and present.
Let me bridge the gap now by presenting a book, of me and Tim, in the present, and Carol and Rick, in the past.