I basically think I lied to a friend recently. There’s no other way to put it. I said I had three different email addresses then I remembered there’s a fourth one if I count the one I don’t use from a place I won’t mention located in northeast Georgia. So that’s four but is there more? Today, I made another discoveryâ€”a fifth account. In all fairness, this last year has been more like a chapter from a Jack London novel than anything else!
Up until recently, I have turned down or not engaged in any extra work. Today while sitting in my thrown-together office in a rented home in Atlanta, I stopped to study my surroundings for the first time in months. Bits and pieces of my past life are hereâ€”most in strange locations. My eyes landed on two discarded laptop computers that had reached the end of their technological life.
A smile washed over my face as I recalled how they had been my “bread and butter” through at least ten booksâ€”some for Jason and some for Thomas Nelson. Then an odd thought went through my mind: “Surely, that old bellsouth email account is not active, right?” Wrong! I powered it up “Raphael,” (all my computers have names), clicked on Entourage, and Woooha! Hundreds of emails started flooding in. “No, no, no, no â€” don’t do that!” I shouted, but it was too late. The scrolling had started and there was no stopping it.
So, the good news is this: I now have all the email addresses of all the people I have worked with or known over the past seven years. The bad news: I’ll need time to go through each email and respond to at least half.