Keeping The Tryst has been released!!

Eleven years of on and off work.  A lot of things happened in that time.  Quite a few events and situations that kept changing the shape of the project.  All of that effort and at times sacrifice... and it culminates in tonight.

Keeping the Tryst hardcover edition just popped up on Amazon a short while ago.

Here's the hardcover version's page.  You can order that now.  The Kindle ebook version (Amazon page here) is still showing pre-orders but I imagine that status is going to change soon.

I don't know what else to say right now.  Just so very thrilled to see my book on sale, and maybe it will enlighten and edify and even entertain its readers.  That's one of the goals I had all along in writing it.

Okay, I didn't sleep at all last night, and I've got some work to do in the morning, so I'm going to turn in for the evening.  But I go to bed tonight a published book author... and that's a pretty neat feeling :-) 

Hope y'all enjoy it.

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Keeping the Tryst: The first copy has arrived!

It got here about thirty minutes ago.

As you can see Tammy approves! :-)

Keeping the Tryst arrives in hardcover and for Kindle ebook this coming Wednesday, October 1st, at 12:00 a.m. UTC.  That's 8:00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on September 30th.  My friends and I are thinking of having a small release party counting down to the moment it publishes.  Hey how many times do you get to say in your life that your first book is being published? :-D 

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Happy Anniversary to The Rocky Horror Picture Show!

 Released in America fifty years ago yesterday, September 26 1975.

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An Elon student's very impressive op-ed about Queens merger

Last week my alma mater, Elon University, announced that it was merging with Queens University over a hundred miles away in Charlotte, North Carolina.  Which was a proclamation that had me - and many others it seems - scratching their heads.  What exactly is Elon's angle here?  The last time that Elon made any significant branching-out was the law school in Greensboro some years ago.  But that's vastly different from wholesale engulfing another higher-learning institution.

Along with the seemingly unceasing construction that's been going on for as long as I can remember (I graduated in 1999), it's now coming inescapably apparent that Elon has a voracious appetite for real estate and that's not necessarily a good thing.

Current Elon student Alex Nettles has composed an extremely well-written, researched and articulated opinion piece that's been published on Elon's in-house news operation.  "The Elon Empire: Why the Queens University merger shows deeper problems" is a nigh-on brutal intervention for the college's expansion ambitions.  In it, Nettles argues that Elon is looking more toward its geographic footprint more than where it should really matter.  Namely, increasing its endowment, which has become imperiled by current trends regarding enrollment at colleges nationwide.  As Nettles describes it...

Elon has a fixation on qualifying its success with physical growth. Go on a walk through campus. You’ll see why tours are a big deal here. They have a lot of buildings to point to, like a guide in Greece pointing to ruins. 

Outside of Richard W. Sankey hall, tour guides lead groups around, while gesturing at buildings. The steel frame of the Health EU building hangs in the distance. The construction site used to be an open field. Distant sounds of steel come close to disorienting the guide's extroversion. There is a legacy of physical growth as progress on campus. 

This legacy can be traced with how much we spend. The Health EU Building will cost $60 million, the East Neighborhood Commons cost $19.7 million and Founders and Innovation Hall cost $31 Million. A rough estimation of $110.7 Million since 2022. For perspective, the most recent endowment statistic was $322 million. 

So think about it.The endowment is our pool of money to shield a university from years of downturns.  We’ve spent 34% of our 2023 endowment. The money didn’t come straight from the endowment, but it reveals a lot. 

Well, it's just an enormously enlightening - and rather disturbing, if we are going to be honest - opinion piece.  Mr. Nettles should be proud of himself for the work itself and much more so, having the courage to put the issue in the forefront of the administration's awareness.  From one Elon columnist to another: bravo Alex Nettles! 

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Thankful to God for my Tammy

This has been a scary week at Knight Shift Headquarters.  Very scary.

On Monday, my miniature dachshund Tammy started yelping in pain at the least touch that I gave her.  Especially around her ears.  She's had ear infections before and they can be a real nuisance.  But she's never cried out before when I've tried to examine them.

Then came Tuesday.  And Tammy took a turn for the worst.

She had jumped up onto my bed that morning, and refused to move from her spot.  She hadn't eaten anything, she hadn't drank any water.  She didn't seem motivated by anything at all.

About noon Tammy laid down near my pillow.  Her breathing was labored.  And as the evening wore on it gradually became less pronounced.  She had this look in her eye, that I'd never seen before.  She looked... I don't know.  Tired.  Resigned.

I was really in fear of something.  That these were going to be Tammy's final hours.

I'm aware of things.  Next week she'll be thirteen and a half.  Tammy has been in great overall health, but dogs, like humans, don't live forever.  But I've made it a sacred mission of mine to give her a good long meaningful life, for as long as I can.  A few nights before Dad passed I promised him that I'd look after Tammy.  She was his dog too.  Indeed, she was more his dog than anyone else's.  He was the one who first had the idea of opening our home to a miniature dachshund puppy in 2012.  He was the one who named her.  She's always been her daddy's dog.  I'm just the guy who's taken care of her since Dad left us almost eleven years ago.

Two nights ago I really did find myself thinking that this might be it.  That she didn't have long.  I was bracing myself for the inevitable.  I knelt down by the bed and asked God for a miracle.  But I also told Him that if this was when Tammy and I had to be parted, I was thankful for all the years that He let us have.  They have been wonderful years.  Tammy and I have looked after each other all this time.  I've taken care of her and she's taken care of me.  We spent a year traveling across America together, and in that time she visited 18 states, played on the beaches of both the Atlantic and Pacific, has met so many people... I've tried my best to give her a good life, as full a one as a dog might have.

I really did come close to giving up.  I called one of my best friends and poured my heart out to him about what was going on.  And sometime during our conversation I did something that I haven't done in over ten years.  Something that I had thought was impossible to do, because I've come to think that the meds I take to manage my bipolar disorder had taken it away from me forever...

I started crying.  Real honest tears.  I cried for Tammy.  I couldn't imagine life without her.  It's just she and I in the area where we live.  We're half an hour from friends in Greenville, South Carolina.  If anything happened to either of us, the other would be left alone.

I didn't want to be left alone without her.

So I cried.  And it felt good.  It felt like a lot of things that I've carried pain about for over a decade came out.  I'm a grown man and I cried my heart out and some part of me was loving it.

I cried and I hoped somehow that God might see it.

The call ended.  I laid down next to Tammy.  And not for the first time that day, I prayed.

Then, about 8 p.m., Tammy suddenly jerked to life.

She came to, jumped up, stood on all four feet, walked around on the top of the bed, and then... she leapt off the bed and landed squarely on the bedroom floor.

Until the day that I die, it will be something that I will NEVER forget.

Tammy shot me a look.  If I were to translate what her eyes were telling me, it would be a single word: "Nope!"

She was telling me in her own way "Not now.  Not this night.  I'm not done yet."

Tammy walked around the room for a minute or so.  Then she went to my sleeping bag that's on the floor, she "nests" on it every now and then.  She curled up and laid her head down.

I called another friend, who I had been keeping informed all afternoon.  I told her about Tammy's leap.  And then in the midst of our phone call Tammy came to her feet again, got up and walked to her food dish where I had poured some food a few hours earlier.  She ate it all.  She then drank some water.  And then she walked out the door and into the hallway where I put her doggy pads.  She peed a lot and then went back to her nest.

That was two nights ago.

If anyone had told me 48 hours ago how Tammy would be tonight, I would not have believed it.  It really, truly is a miracle.  God reached down and touched Tammy.

It's now Thursday night.  Today Tammy has eaten a full meal, has also eaten some of her bacon-flavored dog treats as well as some of the chicken nuggets I made for dinner last night, is peeing and pooping normally, her breathing is regular, and earlier today she jumped up on the sofa as I was working on some stuff with my iPad.  I didn't even hear her come into the living room: she just suddenly appeared.  She's letting me rub her belly, which she likes.  She's yawning, in that very cute way that she yawns.  And she's smiling now, that patented Tammy-grin.

I am just totally shocked.  Bewildered.  In awe.  God has brought my dog from the edge of death and restored vibrant life to her.

She's still a little woozy.  I'm giving her half a tablet of Benadryl every six hours.  One of my best friends suggested that Tammy perhaps has had an allergic reaction to something.  It's possible.  Dogs, just like humans, have different reactions as they get older.  If that's the case then the Benadryl is likely addressing that.  It's making her a little drowsy.  She's snoozing atop a blanket on the living room floor as  I write these words, I gave her another half-tablet about an hour and a half ago.

My dog is alive, and recovering.  She's going to make it.  Two nights ago I thought she was gone.  I was desperately praying for a miracle.

And God sent one.

Our Lord spoke of the kingdom of Heaven being like the woman who loses a coin, and searches for it and cannot find it.  And then when she does, she tells all her friends and neighbors that she has found it and she praises God for it.

I almost lost my dog.  My sweetest little friend in this life.  Tammy gets a bit of space in the book I've written that will be published next week.  She's owed that.  She has kept me from making some horrible mistakes over the years.  I couldn't go through with them because well, who would take care of her if not me?  Like I said, we've taken care of each other.

I am compelled to praise God tonight.  And as I ask Him each night, I hope that He will give Tammy and me many more years together.

From now on, if anyone asks me if I have faith in God, I will absolutely say yes.  Because I've seen Him work. Tammy's leap from the bed the other night and recovery since then is testament to that.

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Forgive me, for I have sinned (against good grammar)...

This is something I need to get off my chest, before anyone jumps flunky on me about it.  Because YES I know this is wrong.  I'm well aware of it.  But it's not something I can go back and fix so I might as well embrace the horror.

Here is a snapshot of Keeping the Tryst's page on Amazon (for the Kindle edition).  Notice anything?

The "the" in the title is capitalized.  It shouldn't be.  "The" is such a minor word that it's VERY rarely if EVER used in the title of something (except for songs, it seems like every word in a song title is capitalized for some reason).

It SHOULD be expressed as "Keeping the Tryst", and not "Keeping The Tryst".  What happened?  Blame me for typing it so fast on the hardcover edition's title field and not recognizing it until after I had submitted that one to Amazon.  I did it on the Kindle edition too but then realized what I had done.   I can repair the "damage" on the Kindle version but for some reason the system isn't letting me do it for the hardcover.  So I pretty much am just shrugging and capitalizing it as "Keeping The Tryst" for both of them.  The subtitles are appropriately capitalized properly though.

So, that's the story behind that.  But I hope that readers will be kind and overlook it and still be able to enjoy the book.  And hey, maybe in time it will be that I have established some precedent and it becomes good grammar after all: capitalizing every word in a title, but not the subtitle.  It could be my own humble lil' addition to the English language.

A writer can hope, can't he??

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Keeping The Tryst: "What is the deal with your name?"

Some people are asking about my name on my book Keeping the Tryst: "Robert Christopher Knight".  Inside the book I'm almost always referred to as Chris, which is what I've answered to all my life.  So where does "Robert" come from?

Okay, here it goes...

My full name is Robert Christopher Knight.  My dad was Robert Rankin Knight.  Instead of me being a "junior" my parents gave me a different middle name.  And I guess to differentiate Dad and I when someone was attempting to communicate with one of us, they called me Chris.  And that's the way it's been for all my life: I've been "Chris Knight".  I've very rarely been called "Robert Knight".  One of my first teachers in college called me "Bob" early on and he was REALLY confounded about my preferring to be "Chris".

So, I'm Chris Knight.  But whenever I've published something or run for office (which there will likely only ever be one time that I do that) I've done so as "Christopher Knight".  Why?  It's in the pages of my book.  It's something I do in honor of what God has done in my life.  Saul of Tarsus became Paul the Apostle.  Just so, I took on a different name for my writing (and other stuff).

But the REAL reason why my name is "Robert Christopher Knight" on the cover and title page of my book?

I don't want to be confused with Christopher Knight who played Peter on The Brady Bunch.

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Robert Redford passed away this last week

I really liked Redford.  Yes, he and I had different beliefs on a number of issues.  There's no denying that.  But unlike a lot of "celebrities" these days Robert Redford never used his star power to shove his opinions down the throats of anyone.  He understood that he was an actor, that he was there to play a part in a movie.  He was above such things as making his personal politics a factor in his professional career.

The man was an amazing actor.  And a very good director.  Some of my favorite movies that he was in are The Sting, Sneakers, and The Natural.

Indeed, The Natural is the first Robert Redford movie that I ever saw.  We watched it at a birthday sleepover at a friend's house when I was in fifth grade.  I thought it was an amazing film.

So in honor of Robert Redford, his life and his career, here is the magnificent scene toward the end of The Natural, where Roy Hobbs hits one last home run.

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What I'm feeling like after reading all the news lately...

Looking around, seeing all the anger and hatred, coming from all sides it seems of American culture.  Feeling like I'm an outsider to it all, can't figure out where I fit in.  Not that I'd really want to fit in.

What has happened since Charlie Kirk's passing has been especially troubling.  I can't remember the last time I saw so many people rejoicing over the death of a man.  Especially an innocent man.

How did we come to this?  How do we overcome it?

Some people, it seems, want to hate others.  And they are getting angry when they express that hatred and there come to be consequences of it.

(Why anyone would openly post on social media that they are delighting in the death of a fellow human being, I've no idea.  As has been said, "The Internet never forgets."  Some people are learning that the hard way now.)

So here I am, watching all of this unfold, the mistrust and the paranoia that's enveloping America.

What most readily comes to mind, and this really is how I'm feeling, is MacReady's line from the 1982 film The Thing:

"ALL RIGHT, CUT THE BULLSHIT!!!"

Apologies for the full quote, but that honestly is how it is right now.

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A special preview of Keeping The Tryst

In a little less than two weeks my autobiography (it's really more like two or three typical memoirs mashed together... what can I say I've had a complicated life) Keeping The Tryst will be released.  After more than ten years of on and off work it will at last be in the hands of readers, and then I guess we'll see what happens.  I'm hoping and praying for at least ten people to buy a copy, whether the print edition or Kindle ebook, and enjoy reading it.  That would make me extremely happy.  A writer only needs one person to read what he or she has composed and to come away feeling like it was time well spent.  That's who I've been laboring for: just one person, whoever he or she might be.  But it will make me happy if more than that read and like it too!

So since we're in the home stretch leading up to publication, I thought I'd share a bit of it. What you're about to read is the opening to chapter five, which spans the course of a year between my being ten and eleven.  A lot transpired in that period of time: some good but some of it not so pleasant.  These first several paragraphs though convey one of the happier memories of my childhood.  And it delights me to share it now...

 

There is a scene in the movie Citizen Kane where Mr. Bernstein mentions how sometimes a person will remember an occurrence without understanding why that particular memory is so vivid.  He recalls how long years earlier he saw a girl in a white dress, carrying a white parasol.  Bernstein saw the girl for just a fleeting moment, and she didn’t see him.  But he confesses that there hasn't been a month that he hasn’t thought about her.

            My “girl with a white parasol” moment happened on July 26th, 1984.  And I doubt there has been a week since that she has not come to mind.

            It was the summer after fourth grade.  And it had been a grand one in my little world and beyond.  Summer vacation began with a solar eclipse three hours after school let out.  Between that and the start of fifth grade were two trips by my family to White Lake, the premiere of Ghostbusters, a Star Trek marathon, the race between Reagan and Mondale, the music… the summer of ’84 was on fire!

            The family was at peace, that summer.  I wasn’t in fear of anyone, and that felt good.

            In the midst of all this my parents and sister and I took a trip north to visit our cousins.  We left on Friday afternoon and made it to Virginia Beach late that night.  The next day Dad drove us across the harrowing Chesapeake Bay Bridge and Tunnel.  A few hours after taking the Cape May ferry to the southern tip of New Jersey we arrived in Point Pleasant, just in time for dinner with Bill and Mary.

We stayed with them until Wednesday.  Then we left for somewhere that Mom and Dad said would be a place we would never forget: Amish Country.

Lancaster County, Pennsylvania was unlike anything I had ever expected to see.  “Plain” folk were going about in their simple clothing and riding their horse-drawn buggies.  We passed by a barn that was being built.  All of this and more, a place that was incredibly out of time with the rest of the world… and I loved it!

“Is this just for the tourist trade?” I asked my parents.  They insisted that the Amish really did live this way and had been for hundreds of years.

It was just before noon, following a morning of going on a guided tour of the area and being taught about the Amish and their culture.  We decided that we needed lunch.  We pulled into a McDonald’s parking lot.  The four of us went inside and got in line.

And that’s when I saw her.

            She was a little Amish girl.  She must have been about ten, like me.  Wearing a long blue dress and a white bonnet and black boots.  She was waiting to be served at the counter also.  And it was just such a strange juxtaposition, seeing a girl dressed like that in line at a modern fast food restaurant.

            She was soooo incredibly cute.  My heart began doing things it had never done before.

            And then our eyes met one another’s.

            She smiled at me and said “Hello.”

            I had never seen anyone so beautiful.

            “Hello,” I said clumsily.

She smiled again. 

            The Amish girl picked up her order.  She said goodbye and with a whirl of her dress she was headed toward the door.

            I watched her leave.  I waited, hoping she would turn back around and smile one more time.  At just the last moment she did and waved at me.

            Encountering that Amish girl was the greatest thing that happened to me all that summer.  And more than forty years later, I still think of her.

            It was the noontide of my childhood.  But I could not know that yet.

Keeping The Tryst drops on Amazon at 12:00 AM UTC on October 1st.  That's about 8 PM on September 30th in Eastern Standard Time, if I'm figuring it right.

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A poem that comes to mind right now

 "The Wrath Of The Awakened Saxon"

By Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

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Keeping The Tryst: The proof copy has arrived!

It arrived yesterday, actually...

As you can see it has a "Not for Resale" watermark wrapped around it.  I think there might be a few other things that will also differ from the final product.  I've also changed some of the text on the back cover since submitting this version for printing.

This being the proof copy, intended for review before the finished product rolls off the assembly line, I've spent much of the time since yesterday looking it over, finding places that need correcting and improving.  There have been some of those, things that I didn't catch already.  A few chapters for whatever reason had an extra bit of space padding the distance between separate paragraphs.  Don't know how that happened in Microsoft Word, but those are all fixed now.

And late last night I got the notice from Amazon: Keeping the Tryst, both the print edition and the ebook, are set to go on sale on October 1st at 12:00 A.M. UTC (that's 7:00 P.M Eastern Standard Time on September 30th for those of us here on the east side of the United States... I think).

This copy has a nice feel and heft to it.  It's also printed on cream paper.  A lot of friends suggested that it would be better for the eyes instead of pure white.  And I might be biased but reading it has a nice "flow" to it.  I like to think that for all its size, it's going to be a nice book to read.  It's going to go by fairly quickly (sort of like a Game of Thrones novel, back when George R.R. Martin actually did write Game of Thrones books!).

Now, if I can only figure out the best way to market my book.  I'll admit that I'm not the best when it comes to presenting a product.  The best I ever did was when I ran for school board in 2006 (although if we're to be honest, it IS a bit hard to not get people's attention when you're using the Death Star to blow up schoolhouses!).

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And the book's title is.........

 Coming October 1st, 2025, the memoir of Yours Truly.

I present to you: Keeping The Tryst.

Look!  Front cover!

You can thank my friends on Facebook for wanting the title reveal.  I was going to unveil it next Sunday but then I figured "They've waited a year and a half.  Why not show it now?"

It will be available on Amazon, in hardcover and also for Kindle readers and apps.

EDIT: I uploaded the Kindle version this afternoon and was expecting it to be within the next 72 hours when I would be notified that it had passed review.  But I just checked e-mail and they already approved it!

Here is the Keeping The Tryst for Kindle product page on Amazon.  You can find the description but not much else at the moment.  You can pre-order it though and have it ready to deliver to your device on October 1st.

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Book status this week: We have a product!

It could have been easy to upload the manuscript as an ebook and have Amazon derive a printed edition from that.  But that's not what I wanted.  I desire and need something that has shown real effort made toward something beautiful.  Or at least as beautiful as a guy without a strong background in visual design can pull off.

So it is, that after a lot of work in the past several days, a finished book - from front title to description and author picture on the back cover - now exists.  And it looks BEAUTIFUL, if I do say so myself.

The hardest part has been coming up with a description.  My life has been such a complex thing, that it's been very hard to boil it down to the space of a few brief paragraphs.  But I came up with something and perhaps it will catch the attention of potential readers.

Well, it's done.  There is now a hardcover volume that after it goes through Amazon's approval process (something I'll admit some concern about, there's no telling what could result in it getting rejected and sent back for revision) will be soon available for purchase.  I don't know when that will be.  But I'm thinking on a Tuesday would be good.  That seems to be the day that most books get released on.  The plan is still to have the hardcover, the softcover, and the paperback released at the same time.

I hope this sells some.  When I ran for school board I told everyone that I was going to be very happy if just ten people voted for me.  I wound up getting almost forty-seven hundred votes.  If only two or three people buy my book, I will be thankful.

More soon.

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One of the most amazing people who I have ever known has left us

 

A short while ago I got the word from her daughter that Nell Rose, one of the most enthused and energetic and especially dynamic people who I have ever had the great pleasure of knowing, passed away yesterday.

Nell was the embodiment of model leadership.  She would see things that could have been better and she threw herself into it, no questions asked.  This was especially noted in her myriad of activities involving education.  She spearheaded a number of initiatives when she and her family moved to Charlotte.  And then some years later when they moved back to the Reidsville area, she brought that same vision to bear.  The woman was nigh unstoppable.

I knew Nell from a variety of situations.  The first time we met, it was during our high school swim team's weekly meets.  Her two daughters were on the team and Nell often came to cheer not only her own girls on, but she was behind all of us.  Her beautiful beaming smile never failed to encourage and inspire us ever forward.

Nell was one of the first members of the consolidated school board after all the systems in Rockingham County merged.  And that led to further contact with Nell as I got involved in the county's education affairs.  She and I had many conversations about a variety of subjects, and I always went away feeling that much more wise and enlightened.

And then there was Theatre Guild of Rockingham County.  Nell served on the board of that.  And she came to most of our performances.  It was a special feeling, knowing that she was in the audience as we put on our production.  I think we made sure to put a little extra heart into the act when Nell was in the house.

Wow.  So much I could say about this fine lady.  She was the kind of person who really did make this world a much better place for her being here.  There is, was and ever will be only one Nell Rose.  God broke the mold when He designed her.

Here is Nell's extensive obituary on the Citty Funeral Home site.

Thoughts and prayers going up and out for her loved ones.

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Dear Microsoft: In the name of all that's good and holy, overhaul Word!

Well, it turns out that there was one tiny little thing that I've forgotten to do with my book's manuscript.  I totally overlooked the page numbers.  To be perfectly honest I haven't needed them all this time.  I'm so intimately familiar with my book, I can zero in on any part of the 140,000-some work.  Page numbers seemed like an afterthought, at best.

Those are what I'm trying to implement.  But I'm having a surprising amount of difficulty.  What I need to happen is for the numbering to begin several pages in, after the dedication, at the start of part one.

But I can't do that straightforward.  I doubt anyone can.  Doing so requires some splitting the manuscript into sections and that is a task all its own.  And then giving each section its own numbering.

I'm sure this lends itself toward boasting about Microsoft Word's prowess.  Buuuuut...

There has to be a much simpler way of doing this.  Come to think of it, there are quite a few things that Word could do better.  Recently a friend was lamenting on how imprecise Word is when comes to placing images.  Among other issues that I've heard of across the years.

It's enough to make me wonder: is Microsoft actively monitoring the issues that have arisen in Word?  Or has the company rested too much on its laurels with arguably its flagship productivity software?

Because seriously, when was the last time that Microsoft really lauded serious innovation in Word?  I can't think of much going all the way back to the arrival of Windows 95, thirty years ago last month.  Oh sure, there have been numerous refinements of the program... but a serious examination under the hood for purpose of - gasp! - improving it?

I'll say it if nobody else will or can: Microsoft Word needs to be rebuilt.  From the bottom-up and the inside-out.  The company needs to make a comprehensive list of all the requests and concerns and take them into account and recreate their product.  And then produce a Word that will set the platinum standard once again for word processing.

They can do this.  We know that they can.  We will absolutely appreciate it if they do.  Well, this writer in particular certainly shall.

Come on Microsoft.  I don't know if one humble blogger might have any sway with you.  But I know that I'm not alone and I think you know it, too.

Reboot Word.  You know you should.  Microsoft's original mission was to put a computer on every desktop: a tool for letting its users achieve the impossible.  Redesigning Word would be in keeping with that, and very much so.

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