On March 16, 2005, I received a shocking phone call that my stepfather, Egon, just suffered a massive heart attack. He did not survive. This call was so preposterous to me because it was my Mom who was dying, not my stepfather. I was now faced with my stepfather who had just passed away and my Mom who was dying of cancer.
The trauma of this news propelled me into the passion of writing “Anastasia and The Ghostly Owl (The Choice Was Hers!)”. The conditions of my abusive upbringing came to me in metaphorical images. My writing style was free after all these years! I believe this unusual writing style was triggered by the death of my stepfather. Everywhere I went, I was seen carrying a notepad and pen because my images were so symbolic and unique, they needed to be written down immediately. I was certain they would be lost if I postponed writing them later. In fact, I wrote this Book in several sections while travelling on the skytrain to and from downtown Vancouver, on park benches, in waiting rooms, at the waterfront, and on my home computer, etc.