While I can empathize with Stephen King and other celebrities who have stalkers, it’s far worse when you’re a nobody and you have one. I mean, I’m sure it’s annoying and unnerving, but at least celebs can hire body guards. Not to mention that having stalkers inevitably means more dough.
But if you’re just a regular Joe and Jane like the wife and I, there’s really no upside to a stalker.
We have an ex-employee who has been creepily watching our every move for over a year now. If we have an event or get a mention in the local media, she writes nasty messages about us in the comments section. We have to vigilantly watch our blogs, our websites, and our MySpace pages to erase her lengthy, crazed rants. Lately, she’s taken to writing bogus reviews of my book on all the online sites. (The book isn’t even frickin’ out yet…)
Until tonight, the stalking was limited to these situations, but tonight her boyfriend showed up at my wife’s event at Black Wagon and proceeded to chew her out in front of the store in front of my daughter.
I have to say, I’m glad I wasn’t there. I have a very long fuse, but when I’ve reached its length I tend to snap.
Anyway, the wife drove immediately to her lawyer’s house. And knowing the wife she will take care of matters. But man, what a waste of time and effort–when your finances are already hanging by a thread, it’s really awful having to shield yourself from a nut job.