The way it is.

I write for my life. I write as a way to heal from my disability imposed on me by crime, dentists and the system. I write to change the world and deliver strong messages of change.

I write inspite of those who tried to stop me and my book. I write everyday even when I have nothing to say. I write even when I see that there are better writers than me.

I write to reach out and create change. Words are tools of expressions which otherwise I would lay on canvases and wood.

I could not write fiction or fantasy for my life so far had been unbelievably strange.

I write because there is no other way to tell another what it is like to survive an attempt murder and then be assaulted by the compensation board and the dentist.

I write because my relationships with my brothers and their wives are none existent and my parents are too sick.

I write because I talk all the time.

I write because I am in pain and sometimes I simply write despite of the disabling pressure on my body. Its like me saying, nothing in the world will disable me from reaching out and telling about the crime.

What I learned so far is that time is a great healer just as much and even though my book release was a very painful experience I am beginning to see the light.

I am going to have fun this summer promoting my cause and my book.

OK, I still need to undrstand how could smart people such as doctors and scientists believe in so much baloney but even Nasa misses the orbit of the earth by the nose and doctors get sick.

Oh well.