Sometimes it’s difficult to explain that intangible thing called "sacrifice"...those series of tough decisions you make in order to get closer to your life's purpose. So much of the hard work is done without an audience. No awards, no accolades, no applause. Countless days spent in quiet isolation and reflection with nothing more than a desk, a computer and the presence of your ancestors guiding you towards an unrealized destiny. I have no idea how many will read The Memories of Bellevue when it is released next summer. What I do know is that this project has been 12 years in the making. I’d love to know your thoughts...