Chapter 3
“Sarcasm noted, and yes, I think. More to the point, I’ve had an idea.”
“And?”
“Chris, you’re intelligent, articulate, and well educated; and starting with the run-up to your first surgery, you’ve been on an emotional roller coaster for some time.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Again with the sarcasm. What I’m leading up to is this: you need to write a book about your experiences. I’d start with the original cancer surgery and the limitations it placed on your life, segue into the adoption of your brother, and after that, the sky’s the limit.”
“Mick! Are you serious?”
“Serious as a heart attack, babe. You can do it. Belay that—you need to do it.”
“Do you see it as an autobiography?” Chris said.
“Not at all. I see it as a novel based on your life. I think it’ll sell more copies that way.”
“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, and you should be, too. You’ve got a rough six months ahead of you, and writing a book will give you something to focus on.”