I’ve been hired (tentatively) to write a short documentary about the funeral of Jimi Hendrix by a woman who attended his funeral. Her brother was one of the pall bearers. I’ll learn more about the project tomorrow. I’m immensely intrigued. Jimi Hendrix is an international icon, nowhere more beloved than right here in the Pacific Northwest, his point of origin. (He was born in Seattle.)

 

The other project is to ghostwrite a book that’s about the same length as my title Settle for Best: Satisfy the Winner You Were Born to Be. The client is an amazing fellow who has bought several copies of Settle for Best for friends and family members. Now he has settled on me to write his first book. I’m sworn to secrecy so I can’t divulge his name or the topic. (Hence the term “ghostwriter”!)

What else?

I’ve read lots of books in the couple of months, all of them fascinating: The Lost German Slave Girl by John Bailey; Chickens, Mules and Two Old Fools by Victoria Twead, The Pastures of Beyond by Dayton O. Hyde;  Candle in the Darkness by Lynn Austin, and Raising My Rainbow, Adventures in Raising a Fabulous, Gender Creative Son by Lori Duron.

This afternoon I started reading Living the Questions, The Wisdom of Progressive Christianity by David M. Felten and Jeff Procter-Murphy. This one is revealing and refreshing; it dispels the notion that the Bible is the inerrant word of God and explains how it was sculpted from within the cultural norms and sensibilities of the times in which it was written.  The authors are going to cause quite a stir, but it’s time to wake up. These are thoroughly Christian writers who think the gospel has been misappropriated and misused by people for almost as long as it has existed to support less-than-honorable political agendas: slavery, women’s subjugation, the shaming of same-sex alliances, and more. I look forward to reading it all the way though.

Guess I’ll get started on that right now, since I’m out of news and palaver for the time being.