I was a struggling writer – working a normal job by day and writing by night. But I had a secret. I was being watched, followed by someone who never left any evidence of their presence. I never saw them, but I knew they were there. And there was nothing I could do about it. I moved. I changed jobs. It made no difference.
Everything changed when I discovered my stalker was connected to the worlds and characters I was writing about. They weren’t as fictional or as imaginary as I’d thought. And they did not want me writing about them.
I can’t show you my face. I can’t tell you where I am. I’ve been moving from place to place. I wouldn’t say I was running away – not yet anyway. But I have to be prepared for the day when I need to disappear without anyone knowing who I am or where I am going. I know that day is coming.
My name is Jason Rybak. I am the Writer on the Run.