In a different vane, I am in the wilderness as far as this posting of my life - and my writings.  This be faction.  Unfortunately, people close to you sometimes have a hard time with this; and I understand ... get it.

Nonetheless, what can I do?  I've always considered writing to be the poor man's therapy - a garbage can to be kicked to the hopeful curb: this be where I deal with "things."

Regrettably, it has recently caused me to lose someone close to me.  I have been in the dark, for so long, that I am torn as to what to do.

A long time ago a fellow writer remarked to me that there was not enough honesty portrayed within Canadian literature; true or not, it is something that I have continued to strive for - with a separation between reality and fiction.

At this point, I believe I'll leave it at that.