The things George said to me long ago about writing and publishing have become clearer to me now. It's taken years to get my words onto the page, never mind the dirty business of getting people to read the book. I'd say it almost feels hopeless at times, but I can't think of times that the almost part of the sentence applies.
But, I will write and put words between pages, hoping for...something. I can't even tell you what I want. Maybe the author is the last to know. If you ask me what I wish for the reader, I hope you are entertained by the insanity of the my stories and life. In my attempts at catharsis, may you find...whatever it is you seek.
Mother told me not to waste time writing stories after she caught me scribbling in the notebook father bought me. She wanted me to learn how to be a proper lady. But, I was never much for listening. Today is for you mother. I hope you're burning in hell with father.