I drew a lot of cartoons over the years. They were fun to create. But most of them I threw out after I drew them because I didn’t think they were very good. Over time I put my favorites in a container. They became possible cartoons that might end up in a future book. Today I went through that collection because I’m writing a new book. It’s about my life, primarily about my double-lung transplant, which was almost eight years ago. I have a feeling the cartoons will be a valuable addition to the writing.
There were a great deal of cartoons in the container. Initially I thought it would be hard to go through, but it was actually easy. I tossed out a significant amount of them, which are the ones I’m holding in the photo. I hadn’t seen many of the cartoons in a while, and it was quickly apparent I didn’t like them anymore. The joy was in the creating.
I’ve been working on this book for about five years. I started writing it a few years after the transplant, but it was too uncomfortable at the time. I was still processing the experience. I went back to the book a few times over the next few years and stopped soon after. I started again about six months ago, and it’s been flowing.