I apologize to you all for a comment thread on one of my recent posts that blew up and caused some of you grief, as it did me as well. I forget that my level of tolerance is nowhere near normal (meaning, I tolerate too much, up to the point of hurting myself). As my boundaries have been violated since childhood, I don't have a habit of protecting myself and those dear to me from harm. I seem to keep insisting on suffering through it, to see if there is some good there after all. YOU ARE ALL DEAR TO ME. So I will deal with this post as soon as I'm back at my laptop. Typing this from my phone, from underground—from Moscow metro.
I love you. Thank you for sticking with me as I learn how to wade into what will happen more and more often as I write more books and become more visible, in other words, a convenient target just because I dared to stick my head out and say what's on my mind. Alas, it's what comes with the job. I chose it, I need to learn how to handle everything that comes with it. Onward.