I’m a writer. Sometimes I’m Clarence Young; sometimes I’m Zig Zag Claybourne. I try never to write anything that doesn’t point a way no matter how bleak the path. 2015 and 16 were hard years for me personally and financially. 2017, so far, wants to be the bigger, badder sequel. A job opportunity I was counting on collapsed; I’m looking at the short end of essentially being homeless; on top of that, the house I’m in was thoroughly robbed... on Friday the bedamned thirteenth of 2017. I’m still reeling from it. But the violation also galvanized me to realize that I’m at a point of no return unless I reach out for help. I’ve always provided help, be it financially to family and friends, be it through my writing, mentoring, or trying my best to keep imaginations excited so everyone feels they belong to the tapestry of creation. Asking for help isn’t my go-to.
But I need you. Expenses to replace some of the stolen items, expenses to get into a new place, basic living expenses: I’ll be tapped out very, very soon. I’m not a frivolous person, and I’m generally frugal, but right now I can’t do this alone. I know everybody has their own loads. Any help would be deeply appreciated. Friends, both online and in-person, have been nothing short of heaven-sent during this latest setback. I hope they know how much I cherish them. No matter what, please know that I will never stop helping, never stop writing, and never stop trying to find ways out of dark places for all of us.
I will always do what I can do for you.
Peace and be well,