Well, it happened. Jerome's diary was located and I am overjoyed. We now have a major key element to our book. I honestly didn't expect this discovery to arrive so soon, and wasn't prepared for what I was about to read. It was very disheartening to say the least.
I live in Minnesota, and as I write this it is -20F (not including the windchill), how did Jerome survive in these conditions day after day? My nostrils stick together when I inhale a deep breath as I let our dogs out for a quick run and back, all I have to do is close the door and I am back in my warm shelter. I see the bright stars in the night sky, it's always coldest on a clear night. The snow squeeks when the mercury dips below zero. It's something I can't fathom... how Jerome and his mates from the Jeannette survived as long as they did, battled the ice and sea to reach land, only to be imprisoned by a commander that refused to leave his logbooks behind in order to search for natives. How I hate De Long for what he did to Jerome. How I hate Melville for his arrogance and delay.
Ronnie was approached again this week by another book publisher that is interested in our story. I told him to let 'em keep knockin' at our door, let's just do the job at hand and write the book.
Now, it's time that I free Jerome and break the chains that bind him in death even to this day. Cross your fingers on that.