It has been ten years since I biked the via Appia, and I'm only beginning to get serious about publishing the story.
What kept me so long? Excuses, hundreds of endless lame excuses.
And yet if there's a story in you it sometimes might be better to let it ferment. Seal it in the oak barrel for a few months, bottle it an store it in your wine cellar until it's a properly aged vintage.
That's what I did with this story and now I might have something worth reading. At least I have something worth remembering, because after all these years the best parts of the story are the only ones I can really remember.
Anything that has fallen away was almost surely less important. I've waited ten years to give you just the highlights.
In fact, one of my big frustrations in writing this book is that it's been too short. There isn't even one tiny thing to add in here that could make it longer without somehow ruining the book.
I tried for months to pad the book with extra words, new ideas, more plain old stuff but sometimes less really is more.
Are people going to pay the same price for an 80-page book as they would for a 200-pager? Maybe more. I'm giving you the highlights, concentrated and distilled over ten years, and if it stuck it's probably important.
The good stuff always sticks.
I've got a manuscript that's been commented on and rewritten and is nearly done. But I want to do this right. That means an audio version, proper formatting, and professional editing as soon as I can afford it.
In the meantime life gets in the way. I'm building a bathroom. I'm helping a friend sell his house. I'm caring for neighborhood trees and eight (yes, eight!) cats and writing all the copy for a website for one of my clients.
In a few weeks I'll be looking for a job.
But all that said, I'm still going to get this book published someday some year. And you'll be (hopefully) around to read it when I do.