A couple months ago I completed a first draft of the text of another book, entitled Do You Trust Me? The odd thing is that since I finished it, I keep getting questions which are answered in the book. This is the odder, since I am not completely happy with the structure–it feels to me like I didn’t know what to write next, so I wandered from issue to issue, but as I attempt to reorganize it in my mind it there doesn’t seem to be a better sequence for the material. Thus I’m thinking I need to get this in print; people apparently need it. I find it difficult to say that about one of my own books, but apparently that is the case.

Thus motivated, I went through the text yesterday evening in a major edit. When I wrote the draft, I inserted footnotes, but did not write the text of the footnotes; this involved looking up verses I had quoted or cited from memory, remembering the asides or explanations I had wanted to add outside the text, and sometimes inserting new footnotes or deleting some that weren’t really useful.

Now I have a completed text for it. I have no cover art; I don’t have so much as a concept for the cover, in fact, although the image of an oustretched hand, palm up, waiting for another hand to be placed in it, comes into my mind sometimes (an image I could not possibly render, I note). I have no proofreader/commentator available to tell me whether I’ve made any glaring errors. However, I really feel like this needs to get into print, if for no other reason than that it is a lot more fundamental than my other two books, and answers a lot of questions people just don’t get.

My son got a ride from his mother Friday night, to take him back to his brother’s house in time to work the weekend; he is now awaiting my arrival to bring him back here for a couple days, and then hopes to return on Tuesday night. Oh, and the missing houseguest reappeared sometime between Friday night and Saturday morning, but not before his son, who has abandonment issues, started really freaking over his absence. I’ve not yet heard what happened, and don’t know if I ever will, but things seem to be returning to abnormal.

–M. J. Young