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the psychiatrist/psychotherapist in Florida (Feldman) who was a prophet maker was there to make a prophet not of me but of my son—Ian.

I was just practice. For Ian. He fields his thoughts and ideas through me just as I used to field my thoughts and ideas through my father. I used to get so pissed when my father took things from our conversations and used them as his own.

I don’t worry so much any more.

As far as I can tell, he liberally borrows from my old writing including a suitcase of my old notebooks from high schools and college and siphons out what he likes and attributes a lot of it to my sister. I have a paper trail a mile long. There was also a packet of writing I threw out when I got to PA in ‘86 and I figured she would have taken it out if the trash. Then, the originals of the alien drawings from Philhaven Hospital in 2021. They were all over the floor and grubby. I have no idea what happened to them! I have photos on my laptop and my old tablet. Then, decades of retrying to be a poet and short storyist. I wrote some pretty good stuff and tried to publish on lulu self publishing but didn’t sell. I had 250 to 300 followers on 2 different blog sites ( not this one yet!).

So, I’m trying to write a novel that actually sells.

About Love in America.

and relinquish the role of prophet to my son.