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Essay Timeline III 

In hindsight, I feel a bit sorry for my fellow volunteers, as I made no bones about my homeless plight and the anger that raged within when visitor’s weren’t present. I needed to vent out loud while promoting my writings as solutions to society’s ills. I was a mess.

I eventually got a minimum wage job after twelve years of unpaid unemployment. The money helped, especially since I’d just become eligible for early Social Security benefits, until it didn’t. I was still a mess.

The socio-economic and political morass of the times, further enraged my sense of fairness, as I was reminded daily of past failures in people and business. I took to the blog and started three-alarm fires in every nook and cranny of the social sciences. And, kept going until I received a death threat at work, if I didn’t stop writing. I took the blog down, but kept writing, learning to ignore the daily news. I quit the job. Now I was even more a mess.

Still, I wrote and wrote, and wrote some more. I took a break from writing and worked on other things. When I came back—I knew it had to be re-written. Here I struggled. I still was a mess.

Determined to get my work published I slowly re-worked and re-wrote the books into their current format. As I took the rage of opinion out, my anger subsided. My taut emotional state was replaced by a more reasoned approach. Here the books began to flow.