The latest edition of A Dangerous Woman magazine is coming along, and it will be about by December.
Chaser Investigative News will debut in mid-February. This will comprise of two stories because I am going to be writing another book, this time for an American publisher on an art topic — more on that later, but suffice to say, I am also an artist, and A Dangerous Woman does have the sporadic line called Dangerous Art; so for the regular readers, that shouldn’t be too much of a surprise.
If you haven’t been following the train of thought here: A Dangerous Woman has been the incubator for my ideas until they reach a book form. Strangely enough, it is the nonfiction portion that has been having more success than the fiction, although by number of downloads, fiction is far more popular. I want to take the fiction to another platform, but there is only so much of me to go around.
I am over halfway through a teaching course, and that has been taking up some of my time, but there are other things that have delayed me as well.
As Chaser always had a personal angle, I will reveal that side when that venture debuts here. Chaser, like a A Dangerous Woman, is experimental and an incubator.
This website is a work in progress. So far, I have been pointing out the shortcomings of journalism, and then I brought the short fiction into the mix, and Chaser will be the hard news aspect.
But there is a fourth arm: learning about Who is She?
It will all weave together, with offshoots for each part with the intent of this being the initial springboard.
As I have said, 2018 was a catastrophic year for me. Things came out of the blue, and there was no way to prepare for them. Things were horrific a couple of years prior when my grandmother was dropped by paramedics and her amputated leg burst open and then she became bedridden and paralyzed for the last couple of years of her life. She died a horrific death, and she loved life and did not want to go at all. The traumas that ordeal caused both my mother and me were real and deep.
I gave up a lot to look after her 24/7. I was teaching art, and literally writing A Dangerous Woman in the snatches of time I had while I was looking after her as she slept.
She passed away over two years ago, and I had to pick up the pieces, and was getting my life back in order when 2018 struck me full force in cruel and shocking ways.
There are two songs that sum me up right now:
And this one:
Yes, I am a tough little Serbian punk.
Somehow, I got through it and I am pushing forward regardless.
It drives my detractors nuts, but fuck them.
I came out stronger, and more optimistic than I have ever been before.
You can crumble and stick to things that don’t work as you deny the problem and look to others to clean up your shit.
Or you can be the hero of your own story.
Those whiny and pretentious motherfuckers who call themselves journalists should be ashamed of themselves.
And so should anyone else who supports them and enablers their bullshit.
Shame on you, too.
So 2019 will be a different year for me.
Right now, I have a Harvard course to get through, and I am loving every second of it.
I have two Belle Eve stories to finish.
Then I have some big things to clear, then a book to write and two articles for Chaser to do.
I want to get back into teaching as well.
And my art.
I have a theremin to play.
I want to get back into shape which I couldn’t do this year, and I would like to go back to boxing.
When I hit those milestones, you’ll hear all about it.
There will be surprises galore.
Don’t think my latest book will be ignored by me. I was delayed, but a book doesn’t have an expiration date, and this is for the long-haul.
And memo to readers: If you want to say things to me, use the comments part of this website.
I don’t mind emails, but be a little braver than that, all right?
You know journalism imploded and are now reduced to pathetic beggars.
A lot of you know that I am right and that what I say is the truth.
The more voices that speak out, the less places the destructive forces that destroyed journalism can keep causing damage to both the product and to democracy.
So that brings you up to speed on Alexandra Kitty, who is a lot tougher than even she realized she was…