My life has changed substantially in the past few months. I moved from the very corner of the Southeast to the very corner of the Northwest – Miami to Seattle – with only four days’ notice. After four months I finally feel I have settled into a new routine. I have food in the fridge, four plates and silverware – non-disposable ones. This is huge progress from the set of four glasses of wine that were my first purchase.

Time to get back to my stories!

Or so I thought…

Deep and almost gloomy aspects of the soul and mind I thought were buried forever try to emerge. Now I am stuck in a situation I would describe as the opposite of writer’s block! I find many “me’s” inside myself. Each one with different approaches to crime and punishment. Each one thinking they own the truth. Each one trying to rule my life. When they meet real and imaginary people from the past and present the crash is inevitable.

So, dearest ones, hang in there. Law enforcement needs to put some order in this no man’s land before I can think of my next step.