Dear Jack,
Did Kate write the books or did you? If it was you, how?
If you knew what her life was like as she was writing, before the editing stage (which is always quite tedious), you would know that she was in a trancelike state. She would get out of bed in the morning, glad for another day of writing. She’d make some coffee and pour a hot cup to sip as she wrote. Hours later the coffee would be cold and untouched. Hours had passed that seemed like seconds. Nothing else existed in her world but the words she was writing in the new world she was creating in the pages of our book.
Later, stiff from sitting in the same position on the edge of her seat at the corner of the dining room table where she would do her best writing, she would read back over the material, and ask herself incredulously, “Did I write that?” I think the house could have burned down around her and she would have noticed it all too late.
Two minds converged, hers and mine. There is no separation between us and our books are evidence of that. She could not have come up with most of the material without me. She would not have made sense of the circumstances that she mentions took place in her life, without me to shed light and insight on them for her. She could not have come up with many of the answers in this book. Answers only known by those of us at Rainbow Bridge.
Thank you so much for reading! We’ll see you in the next book!
Love, Jack
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