Moving on

I’ve always had a problem with having other people around. It’s hard for me to think. I don’t know how else to say it.

I flatter myself and say I’m too empathic, but the reality is that I’m severely affected by Attention Deficit Disorder. I even have a doctor’s letter to prove it. Part of my disability hearing was devoted to my ADD, in fact. So there. I can’t think around people, so leave me alone already!

So–my roommate did, although not because of that. She moved out on Tuesday. Last night, I moved my computer and desk out of Robby’s room and took over the living room again. It’s so nice to be alone. Robby’s in his room with Emily; I can hear music and voices but it’s not the same. I finally have my own space where I can meditate, do yoga, read–and think.

Now that I have my own room again, and I know that I’m not going to be interrupted at random intervals, and the TV isn’t constantly on, taking up room in my brain, I’m starting to come out of my fog. I’m starting to think about writing again. It’s a wonderful feeling.

I’ve decided to write a book of creative nonfiction to put a face on chemical injury, to tell the human stories of everyday poisonings that happen to everyday people: teachers, nurses, photographers and mechanics, people in toxic workplaces and families in toxic homes.

I’m going to tell the stories of the activists who have tried to send out warnings and died in the process as well as those who are still fighting in spite of the toll on their own health.

And I’m going to tell the stories of the chemical companies that own the politicians who allow all of us to be used as unwitting toxic waste dumps. This isn’t conjecture; it’s fact, and I will prove it.

I plan to use this blog to chronicle my research as I go along. It’s a monumental task, bigger than anything I’ve attempted before. It’s going to take years. I’m sure I will hit some huge roadblocks. I don’t plan to give up.

I hope you will come along for the ride. Wish me luck. :o]