This must be the right thing to do…
I have given copies of the Stations to a small handful of trusted editors, and as none of them and no one here has said that I shouldn’t go forward with them, I’m taking that as God’s, “It’s a go.”
An artist friend even offered to sketch them! I had not thought about illustrations, wondering if we would be using photographs of the bas reliefs in our cathedral, but I prefer drawings. I have never seen a detailed drawing of this kind from my friend’s pencil, but I trust that if she is inspired, God is doing the inspring. Let’s keep her in prayer as she searches for the right images within the meditations and within herself.
I’ll need to re-read them myself for clarity and punctuation, as I’ve not looked at them again yet. When someone pointed out my lack of capitalization in some spots, I confessed that I often compose at the keyboard with my eyes closed. My children find it astonishing that I can sit at the laptop in the sunlight, because the screen is so difficult to see. They find it more amazing that Mom can type without looking. Often, I am outside (for solitude and birdsong and blue sky) with my forehead on the table, eyes closed, forehead sometimes knotted up, and my fingers dancing away. What a strange picture.
I will take a look and do some editing, then I will be giving them to the bishop who suggested I write them in the first place to get his feedback. Then we’ll get them printed up.
Now all I need is an agent… 
I was wondering if Fr. Victor would be illustrating or not. I laughed at your description of how you appear at your keyboard. I believe it! I can only play at editing, now, and have to order myself to seek out typos or choppy or rambly things, as I’m coming to favor the honesty of the imperfect, similarly to how one loves a freckled face or remotely (far-fetchedly) similarly to the way Dysmas loved no less than God right through the Isaiah description of our poor Christ, Who first loved right through all the mess who was Dysmas. 