I’m a writer, and it’s a sign to me that I haven’t been writing enough on paper when I start writing in my head. I finished reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, and I’ve been formulating my impressions while driving, walking, and in the in-between moments of everyday life. There is much to think about and to digest. Like Ms. Gilbert, I too am on a spiritual journey, though mine is focused at home. I've lived in another country for extended periods so I can attest to the life-changing shifts in perception that come with moving out of one's culture zone.

Autobiography or autobiographical fiction -- one could split the proverbial literary hair to no end. It comes down to this: words on a medium (preferably one that can show the words) reveal in some format the soul of said Writer/Artist/Human. In many ways, it is the ultimate self-portrait, control fetish, and ego pleasure. Damaged gives a romp and rough ride of what a sensitive soul of the artist and author can be like. It also shows what it takes to survive.