Pity the frog

Pity the frog, identified so often as either sitting on a log, making decisions, but not taking action, or being slowly boiled alive. I have a picture in my head of a frog on a log in the sun, deciding to jump into the water, but without thought, he simply stays where he is basking in the sun; it is where he wants to be. It might be reasonable to ask if the frog is even aware of making a decision. If it is, indeed, unaware, then we should hold the frog harmless and living without motivation or intention beyond the need to eat and procreate.It's much easier for me to understand the frog slowly reaching the boiling point in water, unaware that the water is getting dangerously hot. I feel like I've jumped out of the pot, which was not so much of my own doing, but a reaction to something deep.

So it is that I want to write a book. It seems clear to me today that I need a book proposal, but it is most assuredly autobiographical and my brother assures me that there is no point trying to sell book like that before it is written.  But in this case I want a co-writer, and so a book proposal is essential to starting a collaboration.

In rough outline this book would be about how it came to pass that two people came to be in a hot tub together in Whistler, British Columbia, on February 13, 2024. I hope we can give the reader a clear eyed and honest depiction of who we were at that moment, and how, by God, we had ended up there. This obviously allows for autobiography. It allows for poetry and for block prints. The list goes on.

For myself, I know that if I am able, I will be attending the international convention of alcoholics anonymous in Vancouver, Canada in early July 2025. What if we prepared to meet then, and be hopeful today that we might even be editing a first or second draft. And what if this book also covered the period from now to July 2025; we might even reflect on how the writing affects us. And just for today, continuing until then, there might be no need for an ending.