Through other writer’s stories I have navigated to the surface from underground places where my only ally, and my only villain, is me, sometimes disguised as a reptile. Not an unusual trait for a writer (or artist) but I am challenged with (suffer from, experience, embrace) severe depressive episodes. I have learned to build and maintain depression escape tunnels where the walls are lined with things to make me feel better. Books, movies in particular, are embedded into the walls, each a rung of hope helping me to clamber out of my gritty and isolated hole.
I have a gift for the world, something precious that can only be given away once. Anyone can do it, but few are successful, most must persevere their entire lives to perfect it, many already do it for free, a lucky few are paid, and even fewer win awards, although there are plenty of contests. Continue reading
I want to scream
I want to kill
Bloated blue Continue reading
A plan forms, a story takes shape, the nub of something sits on my fingers as they feather the keyboard.
180 publications collated in a spreadsheet. 171 briefly reviewed to determine relevance. Contests, literary reviews, crime, mystery, horror, short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, wordartblends, what shall it be. Who shall I become?