Trying to write a book that takes the most positive angle on a grown-up, committed marriage and family while real life refuses to imitate art is a far more difficult proposition than the whole "write what you know" thing. Trust me on this one. And although, technically I am still on target to complete the 50,000 words of Nanowrimo by the end of this month, it has become a slog and a struggle to get the words out of the mine. It's been up and down: Tuesday was the first day that I couldn't squeeze a single word out; the morning brought an email that took the wind and the words right out of me. I made it up for it the following day by scribbling out 3,000 words over the course of the day, which has been my highest total in the first week or so. But then yesterday which followed a rough night from other ends of reality and life was harder than heck to just get out half the words I was supposed to, a whopping 800+.


Jorge Posada told the world this week that the Yankees haven't contacted him about a contract for 2012 and he says they won't be. The Yankees officially didn't respond to any of that meaning they will let their longtime, core four catcher hang up his pinstripes. It would feel so wrong to have him in any other uniform; he has come out saying the same thing. He is a veteran presence and there is something left in his switch-hitting bats so it will be interesting to see if any other team makes a run at him.

And if this is truly the end, it was a mostly majestic career spent entirely in the Bronx which is something most modern ballplayers don't ever get to do anymore: spend their entire career with one team and the only one that matters. Torre came out saying that Jorge is Hall of Fame worthy and who can argue with Joe? Not I...

Okay, I'm going to try and squeeze out some words, some paragraphs and a chapter or two.

Thanks,
B.