My problem is that I keep writing half-books.
I need to finish those efforts, but it’s always easier to start something than it is to finish it.
I wrote a half-book.
I wrote a book.
I wrote a library.
It seems about the same level of effort to me.
Now, actually authroing a book (shudder).
That sounds like me and my efforts to reconstruct my dad’s life. He was born in 1890, so there isn’t even a birth certificate.
Right now, I’m hot on the trail of his time as local Kiwanis president, and though I have the paperwork, I need a pin to go with it.
Next will be his school records, if I can find them, and whatever records the church has of him. It just takes so long to find “places” to get information.