On this freedom blog and in my novels, I completely love being able to say what I want to say. I also love being able to censor myself, rather than to have someone else censor my writing. Freedom of speech and freedom of censorship are both wonderful freedoms.

​Another great part of being a writer is to have my ideas published. Here is an excerpt from page x ​of the "Preface" of my newly-released novel ​Unhidden Pilgrims: "People in the twenty-first century exercise freedom and censorship through such mediums as printed writing, the internet, social media, dialogue, body language, home decoration, clothing, possessions, codes, abbreviations, computer software, images, and symbols. These methods of speaking to others are visible in many sections of Unhidden Pilgrims. Both hidden and unhidden elements of modern and historic communication are displayed by the characters in this novel" (Petit x).

Last night, I had a wonderfully positive dream: I drove my car around the inside of an office building. I went up and down stairs, around desks, avoided electrical cords, and actually had a lot of fun. All of my colleagues at work were really nice. I also had the freedom to drive without stop signs, speed limits, and dead ends. While there were streetlights, they were all green. Even with all of this freedom, though, I behaved myself. I slowed down when necessary and speeded up when some people wanted me to drive more quickly to help them with a project.

Each elevator community establishes its own rules and freedoms.
If you were to become trapped in an elevator, what kind of elevator would you prefer?