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.




Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Texts with Older Son, December 24, 2024

 OIG Hotline, it would be helpful if the CIA and FBI could be directed to stop hounding my older son for falsified witness statements from our home.

We're trying to enjoy Christmas together, and these ongoing demands for lies are nothing short of monstrous.

Is there a way to direct this "army of liars" to halt?

Thank you for your support in this quest.

These communications may also be found in attachments to an email sent to your attention within lanemacwilliams@gmail.com at 4:53 PM Pacific time today, December 24, 2024.

Most sincerely,

Lane MacWilliams




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