A long time ago, when I was still in my newsgroup and writing a whole lot, I came up with the idea of putting together a poetry/prose book of writing by survivors. I knew a whole lot of them who were really talented writers, and I asked for submissions from them generally… but the problem with survivors is that most of them have no self-esteem, especially not about their creative writing. So I got two things sent to me. That’s nowhere near enough to do a book, even a short chapbook. But the project has always stuck in the back of my head… I’m not in survivor’s circles anymore, though. I haven’t been in a while. The patterns never changed for some people there, and I did change… I couldn’t deal with being there and watching people self-destruct, even though I understood why it happened, even though I knew I had done the same things… but since I wasn’t there anymore, I just couldn’t watch it happen anymore.
So the idea is still there, but the means aren’t.