“Malignant Wind” is my non-fiction work in progress.

I know writers who can pump out titles faster than the eye can blink,
but as for me and my prose, I shall measure every word and fine-tune
every chapter. Revision shall precede my final vision and never shall the
latter be in reverse.

My goal is to have this published in 2012, but I am not married to that date,
nor am I married. Ironically, both are important aspects of Malignant Wind’s
content. At this writing, I can offer that it is both memoir and moment as well as
rhythmic and relaxed. What it isn’t is a book about my battle with cancer.
It is more appropriately a candid gathering of my life’s vignettes.

Marriage (and its demise) did not define me, nor did cancer and illness
restrict me. I’m a brown bomber, a triumph script, a malignant miracle
who continues to grow and spread and live and laugh at the world’s wild
and wicked-wind.

“The most important marriage in life is the union we have with time.”

Penny Dickerson