I am so happy... so very happy... that I have left some of the email communities that I was a part of.
I've been perplexed... and angry... and hurt... and tired... so very tired... of having to put up with what I see as illness. Ego-driven illness. Perhaps there were more elegant ways that I could have handled myself, but I'm not really sure what they were. And as they say, done is done. Lines have been drawn, and all of that base human nonsense, and you know what? I think it's a good thing. In the long-run I think things will be the better for it. There is a time and a place for anger... when there is injustice, anger assists us. It can be a compass, telling us where to direct our power. In the end it told me to direct mine elsewhere.
So now I find myself able to write again. And work on my art. That is what is most important to me...
So the work on the book is moving right along. I feel it would have been finished by now, had this whole thing not happened, but oh well... I learned a lot in the process.
I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. Pass the popcorn.