“Man is, at one and the same time, a solitary being and a social being. . . .”

                            —Albert Einstein

Now, it would seem to me, that this describes our current emerging and most satisfying relationships in the social networking society. I feel as though I am in freshman orientation during my first week at NYU, with all the energy and enthusiasm of my 16 years on earth,looking forward to a limitless future in an immensely exciting city. But this time, decades later, people are buzzing around me from all corners of the world; I am surprised when I find a post so friendly and knowledgeable about my work coming from Finland or France.

I sit here in Los Angeles, the third city in which I’ve lived, and for the first time no longer an isolated, manic insomniac writer with a DUI and a breathalyzer (an IID, or device from the demon factory) attached to my car. I am a citizen of the world. An only child, I’m not used to having so many friends, and yes, all of you, each one, are friends. People with blogs, on Facebook, on Twitter, on Linked In, etc. particularly on Facebook, simply because it’s where I’ve been posting for a year. There’s Kim, whom I love, and Pierre-Andre (I hurt him by a sharply worded post about God, but we quickly reconnected through the Higher Self and only grew closer.) Then there’s the lovely April, I can picture her before me having coffee, having studied her photos and wait for her messages brimming over with warmth. Anne means the world to me, and when she has a good day, it makes mine a bit better.

Arlene is someone I truly admire, because she is, like me, one of the few older posters who refuses to stop and sit by the side of the road. Instead she’s right alongside, learning to network and link and I encounter her at Pinterest on my way back to tweet someone.  There are so many new friends I cannot count and more I’m yet to know better, I can’t wait.  Just posted this to them

I’m blogging about you guys over at WordPress. Be right back. Meanwhile, I’m remembering my first trip to California when I was in my 20’s. Didn’t think much of LA, but I loved the giant redwoods up North. Sat among them and inhaled that smell. It was then I knew what meditation was, instantly. Looking up, so engulfed by nature, feeling such peace, not one bit alone, but so loved…..

And then there are the old and dearest ones I have reconnected with, the good friends from New York and Miami. Irela, the sweetest and smartest–shining Miami light, who I now find in big business with a beautiful son and whom I remember, standing alongside me at one of my plays, starring the beautiful and talented Lisa (who now lives in LA with hubby and little angel, Maya), Irela working with the man who would become the father of her gorgeous child.

Nat such a surprise and cherished memory I thought lost as a corporeal being, the genius, with the most class I ever met, the charmer who wowed a wide-eyed 21-year-old, Britt, my first editor in 1978 at The Dial Press, with whom I always had an almost psychic connection. Now renewed, as if not a day has passed, we call each other regularly and send music over e-mails. Jonathan, a new but dear friend, who’s taught me so much about Israel and about life, and of course Michael Gross, my best friend in LA, who dragged me onto Facebook in the first place.

I am writing a book, which will be my 11th, a quirky form of memoir (I don’t like rules) called LIVING UNDER THE INFLUENCE, which on the web, I sometimes refer to as LUI (given the love for acronyms), and on Facebook, on my timeline, I offer excerpts. In fact the whole book is non-linear and I know I’ll have the fight of my life to keep it that way, but each excerpt is a story from a different time and place of my story and they do fit together like omens and portents and pieces of a puzzle. FB is what kept me going, and for the first time since the age of eight, when this gift burst out of me and the pressure was on, I suddenly loved writing, I was in my dharma, and there you all were. Everything made sense.
Now there is Morgen, whom I wish to hire to re-design and focus this blog a bit better, and the very talented writer and editor Rachel, whom I will be working with next week on the 3/4 of the manuscript which is completed. When I started the project, the thought of self-publishing was like the old vanity publishing and so insulting to me, once a senior editor and twice a bestseller, I didn’t give it a thought. But I should have known better, because I’m a magician. That means a privately trained metaphysician, who learned long ago (but one never learns without constant vigilance) that the EGO is one’s worst enemy and is quick to judge such things, so often leading us astray. So when even Britt mentioned it, I began to explore.

Today I have come to many conclusions about my publishing plans, and which steps I might take, knowing that the old road was inefficient and in many ways, incompetent, and that for the author, the new road–through blogs, websites, Kindle e-books, and then, perhaps, a traditional house, might be a better a wiser route. Then again, I will leave it up to my Higher Self to show me the path. My job is simply to write.

It’s funny. I have two books aching to get out of this machine that you’ll love. One is a sort-of vampire tale, romantic and erotic, set in the adult industry, not for the kiddies. The one I spoke of, LUI, is for anyone acquainted with the human condition, but R-rated. And after that, my poetry, which has been published since I was a teenager but lately, lies neglected in various files within my Apple. I dig it out from the wildest places, like my Tax folder.  Anyway, I was thinking of what I’d use to build an Author‘s page for Amazon, totally forgetting I was an author.  So I went there yesterday, typed my name in, and what?  It said, among my books, Roberta E. Morgan, Author’s Page!
https://www.amazon.com/author/robertamorgan
I left one open space, for a Kindle e-book.
My new friend, my astrologer, Patrice Cole, told me it should be out by my birthday, which is May 1st. I’m a pro as far as polishing. Besides, I love rewriting, playing with words, truly I do.  And all of you can help.  Constructive advice I can take or not, but I again trust the universe to bring it to me.  The way the flow of things ever positive brought all of you.

The same friends either in front of me at a table for coffee or in front of me at my computer desk. Just keep in touch.

Roberta

 

Comments
  1. Kim Robinson says:

    kisses in this strange place of electronic ghosts.

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