I read “Islands in the Stream” a few years ago, edited together by his estate from his notes and drafts. There were flashes of the old brilliance there, but it was an overall disappointment.

Considering how he died, I wonder if he realized what was happening to him.

Keep the mind cooking and a lot of other stuff follows along. The good news is even if you never sell a book, the mental activity of writing and organizing it is still good for your brain and your outlook.

pisses me off that I am too old for some activities, just when they would come in handy.

Ive just been spending a lot of time thinking lately, but not about my accomplishments, but about what I never got around to. The wasted time, the mistakes, the roads not taken, the trails that led nowhere.
Eventually we have to come to terms with all the missed opportunities, and the all big fish that got away. And at night, you dream about the lions.

You spend the first half of your life learning what you can do, and the rest of it realizing what you can’t.

The other day I saw “The Old Man and the Sea” on TV, for about the fifth time. I finally realized where the Old Man was at, and where Hemingway must have been at when he wrote it. He lived for a decade after he wrote it, but it was the last book he published in his lifetime.