In my three years of internet activity as a writing kinda guy, I've only ever made it so big that
one person told me they read my blog. So stalking is something that hasn't worried me thus far. However, with my devilishly shaped head and permanently-affixed sunglasses, I wouldn't be surprised if I built up a coven of teenage groupies that followed me around from hotel to hotel, grabbing hold of the bumper bar on my limo, bloodied knees jangling behind on the road and ... okay, so I should be safe.
But sometimes I visualise or possibly just fantasise what it would be like to have the kind of fame that could attract the kind of fan that might make life miserable. I've known one person who was stalked for well over a year, afraid to mention it to anyone. She eventually brought the police into it, but due to interstate laws, nothing was ever done about the problem. Which is horrible, because it affected her life and her outlook in many disastrous ways. It's not happening now, but she still has to live with it, if only in her head.
So when I read about Patricia Cornwell's stalking
problem, I thought it was worth bringing up over here (why does vomit always have to be involved?), just to see what others think about cyber stalking and if anyone has any experiences to share.
"I don't meet my fans any more - that's been a great source of sadness and loss," said Cornwell, who was accompanied by three security guards posted inside and outside the courtroom. "It's dehumanising my career."