Inside The World of Mirrors . . . I feel like I’m back where I was forty years ago. Everything and everyone is pulling at me from a different direction.
Every veterans charity, real or not, wants me to work with them. It’s like I’m tied to the back of car being dragged down the street. I never seem to get my feet under me. Finding my way through the fog of requests is becoming more difficult everyday.
When I started out, I just wanted to help troubled and homeless veterans. Now it seems as if everyone who claims to be involved in a veteran’s charity program wants me to belong to them! Maybe I should get a literary agent and make him do all the work. Use my contact bar if you have any suggestions, and don’t forget to give me a way to get back to you.