My Third Novel's Conclusion, My Heartbreak

My heart begins to break when I think about completing this particular book -- because this narrative has sustained me like no other story I've known. It's both more personal and more universal than my other works. But beyond memory and archetype, it's a cri-de-coeur about needing to become the person one is destined to be. And in the writing, I have met my own life's work, my own fated journey -- having the sense all the while that the pages are suffused with a resonance, an energy, an electrified field that defies explanation. Writers hope and pray to be overtaken by a work in this way -- to be conscripted into passionate service of a profound story. To experience it even once in a lifetime seems a great privilege. I still have several months before this novel is complete, and this constitutes my reprieve. Because I'm not ready for the beauty to end.




Sunday, February 4, 2024

Update: Prion Disease Communicated by the FBI on the night of February 2/3, 2024

Update:  OIG Hotline, the small bite-like wound at the outer edge of my left hand is progressing in a manner that makes me believe prion disease was in fact communicated to me twenty-four hours ago.

There is a geometric progression to the wound that I have not seen previously.

Given the disastrous sequelae of prion disease, I do believe that I need prompt intervention if my cognition and life are to be preserved.

Thank you for allowing me to register these concerns.




Lane MacWilliams

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