Get Offa My Back, Why Don’t Ya?

My usually intelligent self is having a tough time writing right now. I’ve been trying to figure it out. I think I jumped on William’s being shot as the chance to purely procrastinate. We haven’t even checked on William for the past few days, so we obviously know he’s doing well and getting back to normal. Still I procrastinate when it comes to the manuscript – but – the taxes are done, the piles of paper are shredded, the grass is cut. Heck, even the fan blades have been dusted and the AC filters changed. I’m running out of reasons not to write. I’ve read everything Lee Childs and Harlan Coben have written. It’s just about time for me to get this caravan back on the trail, don’t you think!

Gag order is long overdue

Up to a few weeks ago, I paid no attention to the negative remarks I heard concerning the killer’s defense attorney, Tommy Guilbeau. I’ve now joined the ranks of folks who think he’s a fairly miserable human being (I forced myself to rewrite my original comment), because of what I view as his unscrupulous behavior. His client, Seth Fontenot, shot and killed one teenager and wounded two others, one of whom is my grandson, as they were driving home, a home only a few houses away from Fontenot’s house. Some days later Guilbeau “gave” an interview to a previously discredited (and I thought out of business) website called “Busted in Acadiana” where Guilbeau alleged that the 3 teenagers had stolen beer from a convenience store – which is NOT true – and that the boys tried to break in to Fontenot’s truck – which is also NOT true. Only Guilbeau knows why he alleged these things to that particular site. One possible reason that I can think of, might have been to prejudice the jury pool, which is something I mentioned to my family when I first saw it. Could it be the old classic “the best defense is a good offense”? Could it perhaps be the ONLY possible defense for Fontenot’s actions?

Apparently I’m not the only one to feel that Guilbeau’s comments could be prejudicial, as yesterday the prosecutor finally asked the judge for a gag order on attorneys and witnesses. Of course, at this point, the horse is out of the barn.

In the meantime, the two surviving boys are back in school but find themselves in the position of having to defend themselves from unwarranted allegations and suspicions while they are trying to come to terms with the horrific murder of their friend, all while they’re trying to recover from the gunshot wounds they themselves suffered. The trauma of the wounds will heal, but the emotional trauma will be with them for the rest of their lives.

I don’t often take the side of The Daily Advertiser, but in this instance I give them high praise for their sensitivity and balance in how they present this highly charged news event. Someone in their News Dept. obviously conducts themselves with the utmost professionalism.

Roadblock

Ok, so now there are currently multiple roadblocks, life-size, in fact, that this writing journey has run up against. One popped up as a married daughter with health issues who needs me to shepherd her through the maze of hospital mumbo-jumbo. The other, even worse roadblock, stopped the entire family in mid-breath. Our young teenage grandson and 2 of his friends were shot last night as they drove down a quiet residential street. One boy was killed, one shot in the leg, and our boy was shot in the head. Miraculously, the .38 bullet that hit our grandson missed his spine by a cm and the artery by less than that. The bullet is lodged in his jaw for now. The shooter himself was caught quickly and is only 18 years old himself. We’ve heard that he was/is a college cheerleader. These 2 roadblocks are practically the sole topics of family conversation, with every fragment of information being picked over and picked over, in the hopes that we can gain understanding and regain our balance. No time right now to consider doing anything else.

To start…….

I hardly KNOW where to begin. I feel like an elephant mired in quicksand, trying like hell to pull myself out of whatever is holding me back. I might be losing ground, sinking slowly, but getting this blog underway bit by bit, gives me hope that firmer ground is reachable if I just keep up the struggle. Know what I mean?