This blog's original purpose was to provide a reference for other stalking survivors. Providing information that I couldn't find while my next-door neighbor stalked me. I’d also intended to churn out a book. Blogging was a means to keep focused on writing while gauging reader response. Telling me what was working. What needed scrapping.
It was thrilling, realizing this writing exercise gained regular readers. It morphed into eye-popping shock when the story became televised. Not many writers can say their work got a screen adaptation. What a cool outcome.
Working on the adaptation lead to a realization: the parts that mattered about my stalking story were being made public. What else was left for me to say? Did I really need to keep writing about it? A book, at this point, would be duplicated, no, triplicated information. At that, persisting with blogging the story started feeling dangerously close to jumping the shark.
So, sure, I could say more about being stalked. But, truth be told, I don't see a need to keep writing specifically about the Dark Years.
I won’t abandon this blog. I like writing. Makes sense to keep writing under this address since I’m paid up on associated blogging fees. But, there will be a different focus, with stalking making brief appearances, as it pokes its head into the room. I’ll never completely be able to rid myself of it. It’s like an ink drop splashing into a glass of water: one event that irrevocably altered my life, and dramatically changed my perspective on a good many things. Not all of it was bad. I’ve gained freakish amounts of new skills and knowledge, both from surviving the crime as well as by talking about it. Stuff I’m still exploring. Looking forward to continuing to put it all to good use.
So. Mission accomplished for the first stage of the journey. Let’s see what else is out there.