A wise man once said that patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. I always believed that I understood what he meant. I thought that he spoke of suffering; that one must sacrifice so that he may eventually prosper. I told myself that I wanted to be a writer, and that the yearning in …
Some days are harder than others. There are times when I barely notice that you’re not around. Some days my life can seem so busy that I almost feel complete. I have a job that despite my shortcomings, I have managed to excel at. I have my writing; I run a website, and I wrote …
My mother knows that I am sick, but I hate that she can’t understand that whilst I am grateful for her love; it won’t stop the shaking of my hands. Tom Weaver One of the hardest things about dividing your time between blogging and writing manuscripts is that it often feels like one body of …
“Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.” J.K. Rowling August 28th, 2016. Remember the date. Because it’s important, and I’m going to come back to it a few paragraphs from now. In 2015, I lost a friend to suicide. In 2016, I lost another. The passing of my friends devastated …
I’ve always had this strange idea that the day I become a published author I’ll make a few phone calls to notify my loved ones of my success before sitting down with a glass of scotch, a cigar and a stereo pumping out one of my favourite songs of all time: Second and Sebring. It’s …
