I probably can stop calling them my stalkers now. 😉 They just seem to have dropped off the face of the earth for some reason. 🙂 It’s almost as if they don’t exist anymore, except as an unpleasant memory.
In the meantime, I am so heavily into rewriting the Unwilling Time-Traveler series that I can barely think of anything else. My muse has finally returned after some time gone, giving me ideas and helping me fix various plot holes.
I also have, at my fingertips, a whole wealth of historical information to make the story ring authentic. I didn’t have anything like the Internet when I first wrote it. So far, any question I have, a simple Google search brings up the answer.
I have changed some things to give the story a whole new element that also makes it more grown-up. It has charged the entire thing with a new energy. I’m not going to spoil it for you, but just write and see where it leads. But keep the old story up, because I am rather fond of it.
See? A post began about my former stalkers, becomes a post about my writing project. It used to be that dealing with my stalkers was always on my mind. Now, my writing is, and it is far more pleasant.
I feel alive again. Happy. 🙂
(Well, except when I think about pending WWIII. But this post is not about that.)