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Writing a Boating Adventure Book, One Brick at a Time

For those of you who have been following my YouTube Channel for the past few years, you will have already seen the posts from our grand adventure when we purchased ‘Boogaboo IV’, back in 2010. Well, after retelling many highlights of that experience over the ensuing years, I have been inspired to put it all together in the form of a book. Yup, you heard right – I’m writing a book.

(Actually, I’m in the midst of writing two books, but the other one has a much deeper, personal resonance to it which I’ll delve into more in a future post.)

A Grand Adventure

Referring to that boat buying event as a grand adventure isn’t mere hype. It was truly a milestones that would mark a turning point in our lives – not only in terms of our boating travels, but in our whole outlook on life and what we CAN do as a couple – and survive it intact!!

In Michigan with our soon-to-be ‘Boogaboo IV’.

Survival was the key to the whole story. And the whole story is a whole lot more than can be properly conveyed through mere Blog posts, hence the book. Survival, as you will learn, has many connotations and will be used in the context of this story to relate to not only surviving a voyage of nearly 700 miles, but also that of mental, emotional and yes, marriage survival! Perhaps ‘ordeal’ might have been a more descriptive term ;-)

Applying the name on the transom before leaving Michigan, making it ‘Ours’ :-)

So, what the heck do bricks have to do with it all, you surely must be asking yourself? Read on . . .

Time to Think

As I am going on about my day, especially when I am involved in physical labour (which is most work days, in my contracting businesses) I feel that my mind is somehow released and that more far reaching thoughts and inspirations come to me, most especially when I am working alone. Take this weekend, for example. As part of our preparations to move onto the boat full time, we had to make some changes to the house and I was basically pushing a paint brush and roller for hours at a time. Put on some good music & it gives me time to think.

And think, I do. Lots of it! As I continually point out to my lovely Anchor Girl, I could fill five more lifetimes with all the thoughts, aspirations and inspirations that come to me. But that’s OK, because I firmly know that when this current plane of existence ends, I (we) will continue on with a much higher propose, so ultimately, I got lots of time :-)

But I digress. Back to the bricks!

I find it amazing how thoughts seem to come to me out of the blue, then only to be reinforced, or revisited a short time later by that same ‘spark’ being presented to me in another context. Almost like it’s trying to show me something. . .

Case in point (and finally getting to the darned bricks!); As part of my free thinking moments yesterday, I was reflecting on one of the 14,286.419 pieces of seemingly useless information floating around my head, that being a fact I recalled that Winston Churchill (former Prime Minister of England & 20th Century icon) would spend a great deal of time working at his estate, Chartwell, doing – you guessed it – bricklaying!

Mental Escape

From many accounts, Sir Winston derived a similar mental escape through building walls, fences and other brick structures that seemed to clear the way for inspirations to flow freely. His bricks, my paint brush. Or drywall trowel, or whatever the tool du jour happens to be. Perhaps it was through this release that Mr. Churchill found the abundant inspiration to write more than 50 volumes in his time.

Do I have 50 books in me? Dunno. Two years ago, I would have scoffed at the idea of me writing ONE book, let alone two! But here I am, knee deep into it and finding that writing and me seem to have a long suppressed destiny.  I hope that you will look forward to reading about our boating adventure – and more. I will promise you that I’m going to do my best to keep you entertained, and more importantly – inspired!

Quickly getting back to the connections between these thoughts that seem to come out of nowhere. Yesterday I was thinking and jotting my notes to share with you about our Mr. Churchill and his bricklaying release. Today, I was looking at a web site (boating related, no less) published by someone we know but haven’t haven’t talked to in too many years and what pops up? A photo of a boat with the name ‘Chartwell’, along with a caricature of Winston Churchill on the transom, produced by this very person!

Was this a coincidence? No sir. Just one more sign that our new path, book, rekindled relationships and so much more yet to be discovered destinies are meant all to be. And I’m grateful for that & the forces that are moving us along this path :-)