I was on a roll--a book a year was being written and published by my wonderful publisher Kaizen Quest Publishing. Then it happened...life took a strange twist and my passion was forced into the passenger's seat.
Last year I embarked on another writing journey, one that challenged me mentally and emotionally. I love writing fictional novels with an admittedly strange enhancement of out there, or beyond reason. That form of creativity fulfills me and makes me happy, which is why I was shocked at my own desire to attempt something a little different.
A particular setback in life catapulted me into the world of non-fiction, and forced me to look inward to the real Howard. Who was this guy, and could he sustain something he felt momentously catastrophic? Things were shaky at best, and downright scary at worst.
It was then that a thought crept into my mind and a curious desire to understand emotional catastrophe. This self imposed inquisition has lead me down the path on a project that I believe is so important, so relevant, and poignant that I honestly feel unworthy to partake in it.
Without giving much away, let me say this: this book is the hardest thing I've ever written, but not in the contextual sense of the word. Grammatically, it isn't challenging, nor does it push me from a creative perspective. What it does do is gut check me every time I sit down to write. Emotionally, this project is draining. Let me say this--when I finish this book, it will be my proudest moment. To bring you a work of monumental strife, hope, and faith will make me the happiest man ever.
This is going to touch you......that I promise.
