Tuesday, 22 December 2015

No This Book Is Not For You



So it's 630 AM.  I am functioning off of five hours of sleep and I'll be going for a run as soon as I'm done with this blog post.  At present I have two blog promos going on.  One for this book.  And one for this one.  This post is about virgil.  

I've already written a post here to about this but it seems to need resaying.  This book has graphically and explicit accounts of rape and physical abuse.  Ultimately it's supposed to be a story about how these things can change you, how the general public has misconception of these things, and how survival can come in forms beyond the garden variety norm.

Monday, 14 December 2015

Originality: What the fuck is that?


I'm sitting in the library trying to design a city for my book. I've read Tolkien, Trudy canavan, c.s. lewis, kris kirkpatric, george R. R. martin, Karen Miller, Rowling, and of course Guy Gavriel Kay. The list of authors from all genres I've read is endless and I realise it's next to impossible to build my maps, and grids without similarities. It's like traveling the world I live in now no matter what culture i'm in there are some base things that will be similar. So critics will say I stole this and it reminds them of that but there isn't much that I can do about that. Here in lies the problem.

Sunday, 13 December 2015

Everything Has A Beginning

So we are moving house.  Under normal circumstances this would just be something we are doing.  As it is we are actually buying a condo.  Yaaay fam.  We are moving up.  We have more space so instead of filling it with are crap we are actually sorting through everything and only keeping what we need.  Result: we will have more space and less stuff.  Say what.  But I digress.  Me being the seven day a week working adult I have only seen the place once.  Yup once since we began this process way back in September.  Honestly I threw out what I wanted should the others deem anything else trash worthy... whatever. Chuck it.  Only bother me if it's totally not clear if it's junk.

Monday, 7 December 2015

Waking Up Is Not Enough

I'm awake again today.  I know some people will find the following a little depressing but it's the truth.  I'm on an island, beautiful, nature is singing and the wind is howling on the beach behind my house.  The sun is shinning finally.  It does a lot of raining in winter and fall here.  Thunderstorms are the norm.  You may ask where here is.  It's the wonderful sunshiny island of Bermuda.  And that's where the wonder stops.  I could turn this into a 'why it's so sucktastic to be living here' blog but this is about me waking up.  So back to the point.