To Write A Book
I’ve decided to write a book. Though I don’t want to write a plain novel, rather, something more meaningful. spiritual, and/or, non-fiction. Unfortunately, my experiences and knowledge tend to dwell in the criminal atmosphere. With many hours of thought, I’ve come to the conclusion that the evolution of progress in our social norms is a topic not much discussed.
For instance; single parent households, L.G.B.T. rights, feminism, interracial marriages, economic migrations, etc., but these are things I know nothing about or very little. I do know a little something about love trauma, joy, grief, mercy, eroticism, anguish, empathy, grace, compassion, and a host of other emotions I know not of which.
These emotions are an intricate part of our society’s natural evolution of progress. One could say, the actual catalyst or commencement of this progress. I do believe the prison life I live is a microcosm of societies around the world. It’s just a matter of timing, a developing community versus a non-developing community.
I cannot write about my convictions, but the characters and case descriptions can be verified by public information systems. I am someone who has been strapped into Florida’s electric chair, and never had a death sentence. That particular story is revealed through my fictions character, “Lenny”…coming soon.