In writing Earning Freedom, this memoir of a journey through prison that has lasted 22 years so far, it is important to tell my wife, Carole, how much I love her. The reason telling her I love her is crucial is because I’m writing this story chronologically, as I lived it. That means I’m writing about romances that came into my life long before Carole, and it cannot be easy for her to read these sections. I’m sensitive to such issues with my wife, and I must affirm my love for her again and again to ease some of the discomfort that likely arises when she types various sections of the manuscript. I understand my wife’s feelings.
This morning, at 2:30, I began writing chapter five. That portion of the manuscript begins in early 1992 and describes my journey through 1995. We’ll get through chapter five over the next eight or nine days. Then I’ll write chapter six, and by late chapter seven, Carole will have come into my life. I’m sure that as she reads about my love for her, and how that love has grown over the past eight years, she’ll forget about the troubling history she types for me now.
I ran 10 miles, a slower pace than normal. My tally is now 1,936 miles over the past 219 days. I’m going to bed now, at 5:00 in the afternoon, as I expect to wake in the morning for a productive day of writing.
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