More Drama

Heartland drama subsides, to be replaced by work drama (which I’ve already mentioned)….

…and then this weekend, I hear from my Mother that she had been speaking to my son, Ian—who told her that the ex-wife and her cracker-ass S.O. have been telling the kids that I have no job and I’m just living off .

Nice. They’ve seen my books. They know what I do, and yet she is determined to bend the branches so that the trees grow in her image. She despises me, so they must as well.

I don’t fucking think so.

Just sent the nasty-gram, informing her that she needs to knock that shit off, or my lawyers will get involved again. This is emotional abuse, pure and simple, and I’m not going to stand idly by and let it happen.

Right now, I just want to braid up, paint my face and hack at something.

Getting My Chain Jerked, Part 2413….

So, the E.D. just called me (I had left a message with his office, asking him to get back to me with details about the Lord Mayor role)….

“Well, in the time since Alice called you, the playwright has decided to write the Lord Mayor out. So we won’t have one.”

Ah-ha.

Right, then. Chess Match auditions it is.

Frustration

So apparently, my announcement regarding the MARS situation has generated a 100+ message thread at RPGNet.

Several folks have forwarded me the link, and informed me that it’s rife with the usual “GMS is a big ol’ meany-head” vibe — including accusations of me “mudslinging” (despite the fact that I have named no names).

I have told each person who has forwarded the link, and I’m now making this general announcement: I will not be going there to read the thread. My blood pressure doesn’t need the stress of seeing shit about me and my company that I am barred from responding to, simply because the Powers-That-Be at RPGNet want to maintain my perma-ban, 2 years after the fact.

Having a lynchpin release held in limbo because of bullshit corporate strong-arming is bad enough, without added frustration.