January 25, 2018
I’ve been away for months. As some who are familiar with me know, I’ve had lupus for more than twenty years. As a matter of fact, my first book was called, A Lupus Handbook: These Are the Faces of Lupus. From time to time I am reminded that lupus can influence my life. That happened in the fall. A family event triggered a flare and I conserved energy on my way back from that. I stopped reviewing books and blogging. Writing, though, and editing, continued at a gentle pace.
Along with the sense that months of productive activity have been lost, there’s the realization that I need to use my time with a greater appreciation of its finite nature (I know, I know, Einstein changed all of that, but I cling to a Newtonian perspective). I’m going to write books that matter to me. I may review books, but only those I choose from recreational and research reading. I will blog, but only on subjects that matter to me. And I will continue to try to express my thoughts by using visual arts. This is a new frontier I explore with joy.
Over the next weeks and months I hope to write about ideas that interest readers. I look forward to a dialogue.