Romance. YA. MG. Suspense. Mystery. Thriller. Erotica.
Whatever we write we know it’s fiction. Something that we’ve created in our mind. Well, some co-write with others so it could be multiple minds.
We write about love-heartache or heartbreak. Murder most foul and in some cases outrageous. Of international intrigue. Spies of all kinds might cross our computer screens.
On occasion, no matter the genre, we might even interject humor into our stories.
We might even write about known or unknown persons entering a building or a house, usually for some nefarious purpose.
But no matter what it’s all fiction.
On Friday, April 29, 2011 at almost exactly 2115:00 hours I was at work when a special alert on my iPhone activated.
Hold on, let me back up a little and explain. I found an app for my iPhone that connects via my Wi-Fi web cam on my computer to my phone. When the beam is broken I get an alert and then can see if and what either Kebi, the wonder collie or Sparkie, the fat cat, are doing. Eating or taking a sip water or a bite of food.
Now to get back on track. When I got the alert I figured one of my boys had broken the beam. Since it was about the time Kebi usually came for water I activated the video feed on my phone. What I saw wasn’t Kebi
It was something I never suspected.
A man. An intruder.
Now, since I live alone and knew no one was authorized to enter my home I knew something was beyond definitely wrong.
To say I was scared would be putting it mildly. I was scared beyond belief, to the point that I couldn’t remember how to call the police. Finally, I got my brain working and talked to the police dispatcher while watching the man rob me. I was able to give them such a perfect description that when they got to my house they had no problem in pinpointing the villain.
Yes, you’re right. I actually my house, my home entered and watched as I was being robbed.
Like I said a second ago, or maybe longer if you’re a slow reader, the man was caught and arrested.
What I saw, witness, albeit via remote viewing and partook in is what we write about. Not what we are suppose to live through. Frequently we hear about terrorist committing acts against civilians somewhere in the world. And tonight as I finish writing this I learned that Osama Bin Laden was killed.
This was real. This happened to me. As much as watching the second plane hit the twin towers and watching as they crumbled.
I’m writing this blog Sunday and am still shook. How long I will live with the fear I don’t know. But, I know I have to move forward. Saturday and Sunday I had to go out. What would I find when I came home. Better still could the intrusion happen when I’m home?
I’ve got guests coming to my blog in the coming months. And my own posts to put up. The final edits and self publishing of Target Identified to get done by June 1. Somehow, don’t ask me how, I’ll get everything done but I don’t know how long it will take to put the event of Friday, April 29 behind me.
Kebi and Sparkie are fine. If you look closely at the video of the invasion you might catch a glimpse of Sparkie watching what the man was doing. Just goes to show how dumb cats can be. Kebi, he was smart, he was hiding.
In short I can’t let this rule me. I’ve got to move forward. Somehow. Some way.
Thanks for listening. Okay, so you were actually reading but thanks anyway.
And may, I pray, what happened to me never happen to any of you.