I am incandescent with rage. Burning, burning. Aflame with the type of oxygen destroying anger I though I was not capable of these days. My publisher has done something underhand and unprofessional that threatens my safety. I am not throwing a drama queen strop when I say they have possibly endangered my life.
I better not write anymore today. The fury has too strong a grip on me. I need to clea my head. I have editors to tackle and potential horrors of violence to try and think of escape routes from.
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David, i'm so sorry to hear of this. Obviously he/she has released your name in some regard. Is there any way this can be undone?
Best wishes
Catzy
You can't just say THAT and then stop. What happened?
Yes, I am aware that curiosity killed the cat. I'm wanting to know, anyway.
Of course if you can't say - no problem.
Cheers,
Jos
What's the intrigue?
Can you give details w/o giving it away?
Thank you all for your concern. I am afraid I cannot say exactly what is happening because I am still trying to resolve the situation with the publisher and the police. I will post more as soon as I can.
What a nice cloak, a pseudonym.
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