A big reason this mixed up identity experience happened:

In a place where nasty stereotypes are obviously said and in the air I have felt crippled inside.

What is the faith in my writing I do online?

Just my discovered sense of ability.

I play with words and let them take shape.

Sometimes my characters surprise me,
and I learn about them.

They like much of my writing is discovery!

Plan C is not a shot in the dark, but feels more like a U turn.


For whatever reason public safety in San Francisco is doing badly right now and I want the government to help.


So writers like artists want people to notice what they make.

If that means money that is great!

A writer or artist is alone so much that it is a difficult labor of love.

How can the observer understand this?

Who helps fill the holes in people's lives is doing a huge gift to all.

Reward these people.

Eyes on thee!

I believe in you regardless!

I know nobody who is perfect!

And robots can be controlling asses!

For them can choose my toilet paper!