Before I start this post, I just want to say that my heart goes out to the people of Haiti. I made a donation yesterday to Doctors without Borders, and I hope everyone else will open their hearts and wallets as well and give whatever they can to help alleviate the tremendous suffering that is going on there.
Since I can't really move on from that to something light, here is an unusually serious topic: POST-MORTEM PUBLICATION. (you didn't see that one coming, did ya?)
A friend of mine sent me an email the other day titled "Weird Request." In it, she wrote, "Not to sound morbid, but in the event that something happened to me, would you try to get my manuscript published for me?"
Maybe it's my wacky, neurotic mind, but this request didn't seem the least bit odd to me. I have actually made my husband promise me the same thing!
Promise me, if I die, you won't rest until Shoo, Scoot, Skidoo is on bookshelves!
If we pour our hearts into a manuscript that we want to share with the world, why should a little thing like an untimely death interfere with that cosmic plan?
The classic, A Confederacy of Dunces, was published 11 years after the author's death due to the tireless efforts of his mother.
What better way to live on than through our labor of love- our printed words?