The last two weeks, I’ve managed to squeeze in writing time. I was editing chapters when I came to my visit to the Medical Examiner’s office back in November of 2017. What stood out to me was that I haven’t yet stepped up to climb the ladder as a Mr. Barbrich suggested at the time.
If you don’t get help from the homicide detective you spoke to, go to his boss. If you don’t get help that way, go to one of those documentary television programs. Don’t give up. Push until you can’t push anymore. Obviously you cared about this person.”
“I did. She was my best friend. But I’m not family. I know it’s your job to serve the people, but I’m not great at being pushy.”
“I know, me neither.”
I know I’ve written a blog about climbing the ladder before. I guess this is more for myself than anyone else. Here’s the rub. I’d convinced myself somewhere in this journey that the odds were insurmountable. I think it’s time that the pendulum swung the other way. But what to do? I should listen to Barbrich and contact a series that showcases unsolved mysteries. The first go around, I thought I wouldn’t want to make that move until I had my book written and had a publisher in my pocket. But now I don’t care about any of that.
