If you have read this post, you know that I’ve decided to write a book.

The exact angle I will take is still up for grabs, but I’ve nailed down the general theme. Even though I (think) I’ve figured this part out, most of the time I still feel like I’m blindfolded, banging around in this strange new domain of book-writing. It’s one thing to knock out a 1000-word blog post on any given day. It’s another to hammer out one hundred of those 1000-word posts out over a few years. And, it is quite another to wrap up 100,000 words that (presumably) make sense when all together, in the right order, and stick a nice bow on top.

It’s a daunting task. But hang on… Deep breaths. Small bites. A thousand words here, a thousand words there.

And what’s this thing about?

If I told you that my grandparents (my mom’s parents) were German immigrants that came to the United States in the 1950s, you might say,

Okay. That’s nice. The United States has lots of immigrants.

Before they immigrated, they survived World War II in Germany.

That’s a given. If they were still alive in the ’50s, then they would have survived WWII.

My grandfather was a soldier in the German army.

Hmm. So he fought for the other guys.

The German army, commanded by Adolf Hitler.

So…he was a Nazi?

Actually, no. It’s more complicated than it seems.

{Here, my grandmother and I look through my grandfather’s diary. He wrote it when he was a soldier in the war.}

I’ve been in Wisconsin for the last four weeks. I’ve spent a lot of time with my grandparents, listening, talking, questioning. Trying to understand their past. Sure, they’ve told me anecdotes here and there while I was growing up, but this time, I want to put the whole story together.

But why now? In short, my grandparents aren’t getting any younger. (And neither am I.) Right now, I’m not tied to any career (I’d rather write anyway), house (besides, I’d rather have a boat), or kids (heaven forbid! at least right now). In essence, there’s no time like the present. ☼