I didn’t blog as much as I wanted to while I was on The Big Trip because a truly poisonous ex was avidly reading everything I wrote online. Even though it was a condition of his bail that he not use social media, he told me that he had found ways around it and had been keeping an eye on my Twitter account.
Now that he has lost his freedom (for a little while), I have regained some of mine.
Like many freelancers towards the end of the calendar year, I have another kind of freedom—time on my hands—that I’m trying to use to write. There are many psychological hurdles still to negotiate and the work goes slowly.
Thank-you for being patient. I am still in love with this story and live with it every day. It will be written.