And one can only hope that at some time or place justice was meted out to the sick monster in the car. Hopefully something like what happened to the guy in “The World According to Garp”, if that perhaps rings a bell. Don’t mean to sound vindictive, but perhaps he ended up swinging from the end of a rope, or bitten on the balls by rattlesnakes while lying drunk in the desert, to die a long, slow, lingering, excruciatingly awful parched death… with the sun burning down.

Will be curious to see more of your story unfolding… and thanks again, profoundly…

~~~kenju…
So nice to see you here. Thank you for taking time to come see what I’m doing at the tree hose.

~~~Rick…
Smart man to notice AND acknowledge the decorating I’ve done in the tree house. LOL

~~~the other lily…
Happy Happy Joy Joy, my other lily (the soon-to-be-famous-author) is here to read my excerpt!

“If only the ‘other people’ knew how many of us there are…” This captures the essence of why we write, and more importantly, WHY we need to write about subjects like this. I am sincerely flattered to know I grabbed your attention; as writers we are especially interested in knowing if we have painted a picture that will grab a reader’s attention. Sometimes we write just to exercise our noodles–it gives us a rush, a high, a satisfaction and teaches us more about what we need to do to improve our skills. But, like you, my other lily, we write to heal ourselves, and hopefully the walking wounded who read about our life journeys.

Last winter I put my book back on the shelf and now I’m glad I did. Sometimes our pages need to rest so we can re-open them to see a fresh perspective, and see where we need to chop, chop, chop. I’m a little over a third of the way there. I have a long way to go and after being away from it, I am ready to sink my teeth into it again.

You’ve inspired me greatly, Lily, to keep trudging along and pecking out what I’ve dreamed about doing for a long, long time. I can see both of us, sitting on a beach at a spa resort after we finish our books looking out on the waves, and smiling. We won’t need to say a word. We”ll have an automatic caption over our head’s blinking like a neon sign, “WE DID IT!”

Interesting isn’t it–that we met on the same trail? I’m happy you’re here with me.

~~~Thank you for caring so passionately, Mark.

I could feel your hug, and just knowing you could relate, and can recognize, “kids” like me out there in the world means they will have another pair of loving eyes to bring them safely to shore. I adore you, Vick, for your compassion, and how you make me guffaw to my bones. I told Superman today, we are coming to visit you and the entire cat clan. Busking, a brewsky [or more], and some jammin’ will be had by one and all. he wholeheartedly said, “YES, I love the Cats!” I’m taking him to your myspace to view your silly pix tonight.
Hugzzzz~~~