Welcome to the latest update of "Saturday" the book. We're on page 27 this time around. It's getting into early evening in the world of India McGreevy. There's a terrific kind of light that can happen around this time of day (depending on weather conditions). It almost seems to have its own kind of built-in nostalgia, though I can't really put my finger on why it feels that way to me.
Could be that I have more memories associated with this time of day. Or maybe it's just that I'm more prone to reflection in the late afternoon/early evening. There's a kind of stillness that seems to encourage reflection.
Also, I'm usually starting to get tired at this point in the day, which means I have less energy to corral my brain. Having my brain is kind of like walking a big dog. Which is not to say that I'm smart, only that my brain is sometimes difficult to control. And when I get tired, my brain can yank the leash out of my hand and run down memory lane. And the only thing I can do is sigh, shamble after and hope that my brain hasn't rolled in anything by the time I catch up to it.
It just so happens that I'm writing this at precisely this time of day. My brain dog has managed to get away yet again and I've been thinking about all the time that's gone by. I've been working on this book for the better part of six or seven years. And now, 34 pages later, I'm pretty close to being finished.
It's been a lot of work and an intense amount of fun. Thank you for coming along for the ride. I'm sure at times it's felt like you were in the back of some jalopy with me at the wheel and you've wondered, "Does this dude actually know where he's going?" The answer is, "Um...for the most part, yes."
But I can look back at every panel on every page and realize that the drive itself has been all sorts of fun. I've never been bored. I've never been impatient to finish ("Yeah, we knew that already," I can hear you say). I don't know what happens when I'm finally finished. But that's coming up soon. I know I'll get this book to you, by hook or by crook. I know I'll hold my breath while people read it and hope it was worth the sore butt, tingly legs, bad music on the radio, and long stretches where there wasn't much to look at out the window.
Well, I have my dog back on the leash, so...thanks again.
Cheers.
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