Bringing this blog back. Just wanted to say, first, that the person who put up all those terrorizing posts before is a very sick person in late middle age who has a lot of mental problems and still lives with her folks. That ‘Moderate Comments’ feature is a gift from the gods, truly.
I won my Disability case.I have just sold THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN and the I AM LESION series is well on its way. I am a part of my daughter’s life again. Now I can get a passport. I can theoretically get a driver’s license, and the student loans will be readjusted a whole lot. I have a lot to think about. Big Power Metal thanks to Dr. Katherine Heatherly/Heatherly Disability Representatives, my “Irish twin”/big sis Holly for bankrolling this delightful enterprise, my long-suffering housemate St. Davey Christ, and everyone else who believed this would work and weren’t dicks. As to the YEARS WITHOUT LIGHT, every obstacle human and otherwise… Oh, there are going to be some wigs on the green. Oh, are there. After a hot bath, a bunch of movies, a couple of doctor appointments…and a good night’s sleep. The sleep of the just.
I won. I WON. I WON. Three years of tears, terror and toil. The loss of everything I deluded myself into thinking that I had. The cognizance of everything I actually do have. The shrieking Little Stranger inside me, the Disease that fires the words. The chance to turn this all into the most brutal, honest, mythic fiction I have ever written, and NOW I GET TO DO IT PERMANENTLY.
Such a relief to be able to speak freely about what I do for the first time. I have edited two self-help books for my distant cousin, psychologist John Raven, who is now writing a business plan with me for a very unique writing service which I would help supervise. I still edit Fiction and nonfiction, though not like it was in the heyday of Craigslist, just one or two folks who are serious repeat offenders…ehem…customers. And I technically just sold a seven-book series, though we’re going one book at a time. Not having to bake the words for Big Brother any more means you all might understand me a LOT better. I’m a centimeter away from being a full-time writer, and I was schooled on this by Lucius Shepard. BRING IT.
Justice prevailed. I won out. People behaved decently. Something happened that was fair. This all runs directly counter to the past two and a half years of brainwashing by Weapon Ex ( who earned her title the way a Shaolin monk earns his 僧侣的长袍, the way an Escoffier chef earns le cordon bleu, the way a tapeworm earns its spots.) There IS a word ‘deserve’ because it’s in the expletive deleted dictionary.Life CAN be fair. People CAN be good. Dreams CAN come true.
Unpopular opinion: AA and NA help an incredible amount of people, but the techniques are in fact brainwashing. And it’s the funniest when someone ‘graduates’ AA/NA in their own mind, and says, “I’m not going back because I love drugs too much, but here are all these self-righteous moral precepts I am convinced I learned there, which you have to live up to all the time or you are weak and deluded…” Yeah. Somebody radio-tag that one, because it is roaming far, far afield and dangerous to itself and others.
More to say, but much to do. Now that I can speak all the way freely, I will accept nothing less. This is really the beginning of a career. I’ve been at it twenty years, but as far as I am concerned this is Day One.
