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What I would have liked was more detail. I also wanted to learn. Now I wanted to tell my story. I wanted to write a memoir that would help my fellow players improve. I wanted to write a book rich with detail, depth and above all wisdom. This was a wildly ambitious project, to write however much needed to be written to convey my knowledge.
To write until it was done — however many pages it took to get there. The Nick Krauser memoir is neither a cash-in nor a victory lap.
My vision was to plant my flag, to blaze a trail and leave a map for other men to follow. You know how it feels to have four dates lined up and then three cancel at short notice. You know how hard the downside hits you. It can sap you of the will to continue. I know how important it was to have my friends around me, riding the same waves up and down. I could look at their experiences to be inspired by their successes and commiserated by their failures.