It's like a nightmare that just keeps getting worse and worse. :grin:
Truth be told, I quit working on it a while back, mostly because of my work schedule. I'm not a writer, and for me to be able to write, I must be well rested to allow my creative juices to work.
Though I now have a wee bit over 500 double-spaced Word-formatted pages typewritten, there are some topics that I need to reference for dates, spellings, and accuracy. Some of Keith's versions of events do differ than what has been written about him, and I feel it is important to verify a happening more fully when this has been the case. :wink:
And then there's the Vegas years which are incredible and extraordinarily eye-opening, a la Stu Ungar eye-opening. I know Keith was not a saint and has a checkered past, and though some things may be better left unsaid, I feel that this is, in fact, a part of his life story, so it belongs in a book about him. But it sure is hard to muddle through.
Anyway, if I can ever get rid of this ball-and-chain job of mine, I'd love to devote myself full time to this book, much like I used to with pool when I first met Keith, but I have come to realize that pool is not the high that it once was for me. Pool, however, is very much still Keith's passion; in fact, it was and continues to be his joy in life.