Hi everyone - Just a quick note to say how much I appreciate the love over these last weeks, which have been sadder and stranger than you can even imagine. Oh, the story I shall tell soon. Seriously, this is a story I could not fictionalize in my wildest authors brain. Heres a taste of what I have been dealing with: my sanctuary was violated and vandalized, and some of my most precious possessions (and those of my children) were lost, stolen, destroyed and damaged - and all of this happened while I was in the hospital, perpetrated by people I know well and trusted with my life while I was ill. It is a story so evil, so dark, so purely inhumane that it has been a huge challenge for me to write about it at all, but it MUST be told. If it happened in a fiction book or film script, you wouldnt believe it. But it DID happen and, not incidentally, it is on its way to becoming a fantastic book and film script, at the very least. It took me almost a month to even find my computer in the wreckage when I first returned home. It is my firm belief that this was not an accident. But find it I did. And as long as there is breath in my body and the power to tap the keys and my constitutional right to freedom of expression, I will tell this tale. Thank God Im a writer. It is the only way I get through these hellish events in my life - knowing that I can channel all of the pain into my art and praying that what I have endured can be used to help others. That is my constant prayer. I will certainly never have writers block as I have an endless supply of material from which to draw. I have been very quiet about the details thus far because I have had to enlist a lot of help to deal with the extreme violation and victimization I have felt over the last months. But Im still standing. I am nobodys victim for very long. I may have to stop and staunch the bleeding for awhile, but as the old saying goes: That which doesnt kill me... will likely wish they had. The light attracts bugs. Some of them are poisonous, and some of them just sting repeatedly. I wish this terrible thing didnt happen to me and to my family, but as it did, I have to assume it is because it is a story meant to be told. Fully. With names. And dates. And gory details. The Truth Against the World, baby. If you are afraid to see it in writing, you shouldnt do it in the first place. First rule of living in the new media age. All that you say and do and write and text is fair game in print. For all of us. But because I am really buried in getting this story written and ready to go, I am a little scarce here at the moment. I have many personal messages and emails that I have not had a chance to reply to, so please forgive me if you are one of the many who is waiting. I will do my best to get to everything this week. Also, the Sacred France announcements that a lot of you are waiting for will happen his week as well. Oh, and all prayers for my health remain welcome. Thanks everybody. So much love. PS - Shane and I were next to a car today of young people singing Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of their voices. Felt like a sign!
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 07:22:33 +0000
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