Frankly, folks, I'm working hard at working some personal things out; but it doesn't look good at present. I appreciate the continued traffic and e-mails; and when this worried mind pulls its pitiful ass out of the sucking marsh-mud of regret--a most futile endeavor, to be sure, but we are flesh--I will get around to replying to e-mails, and posting in these pages stories still relevant to the old, yet forever new baggage that is eternally strapped to my back. Stories that have never been told, but now need to be. Or so I am told; and I'm starting to listen. In the case of the Simpson murders, I did not follow those voices in the past and am poorer for it commercially; but more importantly, I am concerned about what is on and what is not on the public record.
Also, much has changed recently in my extended circle of work and life. A number of folks have died; some folks are now public property; some obligations of confidentiality are no longer binding; and some folks and some truths just need to be exposed. I have no projected schedule of when these stories may appear; I'm in no hurry to tell them, some of them are dear to me and some of them are not particularly flattering.
For some reason, fate, destiny--bad advice!--my publishing career took a movie-like automobile u-turn, and then a y-turn or two, and I ended up writing about murder almost exclusively, most of the time high profile murder cases. (Although far more often I worked cases I knew I would never sell anywhere, book, magazine, alternative press, nothing, cases most people would never hear about; but cases where my work with a few gifted defense attorneys and my recognizable presence in otherwise empty courtrooms sometimes served justice for the better. Not often, mind you; Barry Scheck and Peter Neufeld, veterans and esteemed fellow colleagues of Camp O. J. and The Trial of the Century, are my heroes in that category; and should be yours. )
But, unlike many other writers, with an emotionally worried mind, I'm stymied. Under pressure, stress, instant obligations and responsibilities--deadlines!-- that are real and imposing, I produce like a trained-seal. But I can do little with a worried mind. Most assuredly that kind. That's just me.
But maybe it's starting to get a little better, there is a pinhole of light in the far darkness. We will see what happens.
