Tremendous value in getting “pissed off” like that. (See the post by that name). First, the Wernersville reconciliation I described in my last post, and now i have come to terms with my son and my horrible book. Which brings me to the end of figuring my suicide attempt. I self-published a book made up from a strange conglomate of past blog-posting and poetry, short stories, and failed novels from all different periods in my life. I thought the blog posting would rsomehow carry it but NOOOO. God kept me from it until now, when i need to face it for my son’s sake, he expected something. I couldn’t even reread the big posts, I just took it on faith that it somehow flowed. I was doing it stay ALIVE! My mind was dying in that claustrophobic, muggy apartment over a retention pond bebind a mall. And then when the book was out, i was ecstatic! But there was nothing left: NO more phone calls or emails; and no sales.
So this place is truly therapeutic, there was a question about whether I should keep blogging that depended on coming to terms with the book and my son and I have done this and the Lord through my sons fragile voice, said stay home today, which I have done. So I have today to think about it.