book
In 1996, I just ended one of the most painful relationships I’dever experienced. One day, while venting about it to my brother Steve,he said, “Louis, you know you have the craziest relationships. Youshould write a book about it.”Having always been very private about my love life, I initiallybalked at the notion. But what he said wouldn’t leave me. The more Ithought about it, the more intrigued I became. And the more I realizedhis statement had less to do with me, and more to do with the state oflove.I’ve kept diaries since I was four, over 80 total, whichchronicled every relationship I’d ever had. So I had more thansufficient means to write it. But, before committing to do it, I madea pact with myself, that if I wrote it, it would be with notestosterone or machismo. I’d tell my story the way it happened, fromthe good to the most devastating moments. If I cried, begged orlooked like the biggest fool of mankind, I would not edit that out.Drawing my beliefs from naïve ignorance, I initially thought,because I was a songwriter, writing the book would take six months. 10years later, I realized writing a book was no song. It was the mostdifficult and rewarding thing I’ve ever undertaken. But what I did notknow was, the journey was just beginning.