Shameless Plug & Babblings

With the changing of the look of this blog, I have been also organizing a portal for my writing. I wanted to have an ad-free area where I can showcase my stuff. So anyone who is interested, click here to check out my little corner of writing.

Writing has been a major part of my life since the early 80's. I wrote close to 50 stories and over 15 technical papers which were published in conferences and journals. Even two got reprinted as articles in books. Alas, my non-technical writing has yet to be published, but I have rejection letters.

Not all of my stuff is on-line because of a heinous act by a bitter, nasty bitch I had the displeasure to spent a few months with. When things were starting to fall apart in my life, back in the early 2000s, this person, Marie, offered to help me out. A place where I could get back on my feet. Little did I know I was moving in with a psycho control-freak.

I am not an easy person to live with. I'm moody, self-centered and could continue with this list. And Marie knew of this. But once I moved in, I became, from what I feel, a surrogate for a boyfriend and a son. She tried to take over my life and mould it.

But I resisted and sparks started to fly. It all culuminated in March 2002 when she demanded I leave days before we had agreed I was to leave. This meant I could not move my stuff out.

I owed her $388. And the original agreement was that she would hold onto my electronic stuff, like my speakers and stereo until I had the cash to pay her back. Of course, her conditions changed daily to the point where she would not give anything up until she was paid. So she held not just things like my computer as ransom but all my writing, research books, CDs, etc.

In April, my parents agreed to front me the money so I could get my stuff and move on. Yet Marie went into complete psycho-mode because my parents wanted to pay her with a cheque. The whole incident ended with her telling me if I wanted to fuck her over, she would fuck me over. I was able to talk to her again, a little later and thought she had calmed down. But I was wrong.

When I tried to get in contact with her again, to give her cash, she never returned my calls or was in. So I went to get legal advice about the situation. The result was I sent her a registered letter letting her know she could have the cash in return of my stuff, undamaged. That got a response from her.

She called me and then let me know that she had thrown out all of my stuff back in April. Everything. Over $20,000 worth of stuff. But the worst part had to do with my writing.

Back in the 80s, we didn't have word-processors. So most of my short stories were typed up using an IBM Selectric. And over time, I had not transcribed most of the stuff onto a computer. All the original drafts were at Marie's. Plus there were notebooks for ideas for short stories, plot concepts, etc. which were all hand-written. All lost because of a complete psychotic breakdown of one nasty, bitter bitch.

And yeah, I am still bitter, years later. The fucking cunt destroyed stuff that is not replaceable. I would jot down ideas in my notebook and then go back to them another time. My first notebook was started back in 1982. The ideas, the images, the concepts are gone, there is no way I can remember what I jotted down. And let us not forget the original drafts of many short stories. There are a few copies out there I gave friends but they have yet to find them. So for all intents and purposes, close to half of my output in the 1980s is lost because of her. I cannot go back to many of these stories and edit them for potential publication or incorporation into another story.

Plus I lost map ideas, scribbles and stuff for Tangled Threads. On top of that, I lost most of my research books I was using, including one which I picked up in a second hand store which gave archeological information on the ancient Celts. A book that is out of print and not readily available anymore. The same could be said of a dictionary on folklore and mythology I had.

So my little corner of writing has some of my stuff. In time, if I can get the other stories, I hope to fully populate the site. But right now, it will give you a good sampling of my writing, old and new. And one day, when some of my stuff is published and I can live on my writing, I can stick it to Marie. One thing she forgot is don't fuck with a Scorpio. We don't forget. Our motto is:

Revenge is a dish best served cold.