Lost Among The Edits

  I have just recently started to dig into the edits for the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2014 and it is a surprise. I put it off because it’s not a particularly easy story to read everyday, it deals with my life growing up with my schizophrenic father.

Now that I have dug in I am equal parts excited and terrified. I love and believe in the story and what it can grow to be but it is emotionally draining to relive certain events over and over again.

I remind myself that I have thrived and most of the time these stories now in retrospect make me laugh, it’s not often you can chuckle about being in a drive-by shooting…

Does anyone have any tricks they use to keep themselves on track when editing or even writing an emotionally draining story?

The Overflow of Books

  I have been on a bit of a book binge lately. I have ferociously read close to seven books over the last five days and when I am not reading I have been buying new books to read.

I have tried to make the switch to e books but there is just something so comforting when I am holding the book in my hands. As a result books are everywhere and I mean everywhere in my house. There has got to be a better way.

I was wondering around the Internet when I came across this under “unique bookshelves”. It might just be perfect. I can’t think of a better place to read and set up a library then in a room filled with large windows and books around those windows. After all books are a window to another world.

What does your dream library look like? 

Park Bench


It’s an interesting place to sit.

Not a place where you can watch the people meander along.

No it’s a place that forces you to look inside.

The serenity at the top of the mountain allows for peace within.

Negativity evaporates into the sky to be lost forever.

Possibility like the view appears to be endless.

Too bad benches like this don’t appear in front of me more frequently.

Take me back one more time.

I just need five more minutes.

I just need.

11 Years Later

A single melody,

a single flower,

both transport me to another time.

Memories triggered of your crooked smile


the way your shoulders danced to the calypso beat.

Love is only stronger because with age has come


They say you can’t escape your roots-

that’s just fine.

A zest for live, love, family, and nature with an undying sense of


On Sunday we will have you back in our conversation.

The only tears will come from laughter-

that I promise you.

Wandering With Kerouac

It wasn’t too long ago that I did a post about On The Road by Kerouac. The stylistic approach and the sense of adventure while not glorified spoke to me in a way no other book had before. I have a feeling that as the summer approaches I might read my work through all of his works.

They say the more you read after the better you write, although I will admit sitting down to write has been a struggle lately for any number of reasons.

Have you ever read a book by one author and then just been sucked into reading everything they wrote? If so who?

For the Kerouac fans, which book should I pick up next?