There’s a reason we did it that way, of course. Barring a miracle (and as you know if you’ve been keeping up with this blog or have read my book, few people believe in those more than me), this was my last Thanksgiving. By this time next year it’s very likely that cancer will have gotten the better of me. But I’m not looking for another one. The miracle I’m looking for out of this situation has already arrived – specifically, through inexplicable premonitions I somehow got word of what was going on in time to quit my day job and work on the novels I wanted to write while I still had the personal stamina to do it. I published all three and all three got good critical and reader reviews. Book #4, My Lifetime of Weird Coincidences and Strange Happenings, was extra. It tells the true-life stories of the premonitions and precognitions that led to all this—incidents that may or may not have been paranormal in nature (I leave that to you do decide). It’s written with the hope that the book can do for others what the incidents in it have continually done for me—and that is inspire the reader for a greater enjoyment of and passion for life, partially through exploration of little “coincidences” and other remarkable incidents that may look paranormal at first blush but really are a basic part of the human experience.
P.S. Happy Birthday today to my lovely bride, Deborah.