Ever since 22 Scars was published, it's been getting reviews on Goodreads, Amazon, and various other websites. Some of these (most, really) were reviews I sought—a free copy in exchange for a fair review—although a few were unsolicited. And the reviews have been mixed. Of the professional, editorial reviews I got, Readers' Favorite said: "Thank you, … Continue reading The Balance of Reviews
I listen to music, a lot. As a former music major and composer, music has been a large part of my life since I was a child. And even though I don't do much composing anymore, it still forms the background soundtrack to my life day after day. Growing up, of course, there were certain … Continue reading Soundtracks to Writing (and Reading)
Now that 22 Scars is alive and well, making its way through the readerverse and garnering reviews (however slowly), I thought it might be about time to start refocusing some attention on my alter-ego, Satis, and my ongoing fantasy work, The Redemption of Erâth. If you aren't aware, before I started working intently on 22 Scars (though after the idea … Continue reading A Return to Fantasy, and Free Books
A girl came into my store the other day with her mother. They needed their phone fixing, or something. Can't remember exactly. What I do remember was her arm. Short sleeves, there was only one deep scar, but I saw the others. All across the arm, left to right. I saw, and I knew. She … Continue reading The Other People
Originally posted on The Bipolar Writer on March 23, 2018.
I dream a lot. In fact, I dream almost every time I sleep.
I also sleep a lot.
Sleeping used to be the way for me to escape the awfulness of being alive, back during the darkest days of my depression. As my illness mutated and changed and I found medications to keep me balanced, the sleep followed me. I sleep at night, without difficulty. I sleep when I’m not at work. I sleep during the day, often for hours at a time. I take naps, snooze, drift off … you get the picture.
And when I sleep, the dreams come. They aren’t bad dreams; nor are they particularly good. In fact, most of my dreams involve mundane, everyday things, like brushing my teeth or driving to work. I can even remember some of them, long after the initial grogginess of waking has left me.
I am also—sometimes—aware that I’m…
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