Will I survive?
Is it just me or is my reality crashing into my memoir fantasy world?
Yesterday a sinkhole opened up on my street. I once wrote a song called Sunken Street Survivors, where people who survived a sinkhole opening up on their street (!) became famous for sticking it out and not fleeing. This is exactly what I intend to do.
On Friday I sent a Request for Adjournment to the participants in the Human Rights Tribunal case I’ve been waiting five long years for an outcome in. But I can’t. I simply cannot keep going with the daily pain I’ve been experiencing since the return of the disease that began in the book I started writing today. Yes, that’s right. Today.
Today I started writing U❤️NY? I AM NY. This book is a novel-formatted memoir (autofiction, or creative nonfiction), and it covers the years of my life from 1997 through 2007, and with a little luck, I’ll stick to a writing schedule, and have a draft by June ‘25…
But I must also have all of my witness submissions made in the tribunal case by June 17, 2025. That’s the date I asked to have the deadline changed to, as the deadline was January 17, 2025. But what I submitted on January 17 was a request for 6 additional months because I can’t. I simply cannot.
Sunken Street Survivors is the first song entry for Eerie, the band incarnation that formed into my current band, Tracey Elements:
https://soundcloud.com/eresound