I know, it’s another strange title like the one I used for my first book, The Decadence of Our Souls. Maybe it’s an obsession I have with how we can better ourselves and escape the deep valley of sorrow we find ourselves in right now? I think the sooner one understands that they are a spiritual being trapped in a temporary physical form, the struggle and the restlessness to identify that intangible, pure energy inside is something that comes up again and again.

Now that the dust has settled on CanCon’s impressions, I can say with no hesitation that it was worth it. First off, having my son, Theodore, with me meant a lot. It exposed him to what it takes to be an exhibitor: to greet people and engage in a conversation that could potentially end up with a sale. His artwork was greatly appreciated and he received requests to get involved in several projects that would boost his visibility as an artist. Those who bought “The Decadence of Our Souls” also asked him to sign the book, a reason for me to be, once again, very proud of him.

By now, you know how I came about writing “The Decadence of Our Souls”, but the story of turning it from a manuscript to a publishable eBook and print copy is no less interesting.  

    I’ve mention in my first post, “We hit the Start button”, about the fact that approximately 19 years ago, my ideas dried up completely.

 Did you ever happen to hear an author saying that “he was only the conduit for his book”? It’s happened several times to me.