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The Edge of Mortality – now accepting pre orders!

Greetings!

I’m very excited to announce that my next book, The Edge of Mortality, is now accepting pre orders on Inkshares. Inkshares is a crowd funding platform that allows me to pitch my book to hundreds of potential readers, who may pledge support for a particular project if they like what they see. Read more about their model here.

Dear readers, I’m asking for your support in any way you can. The book is half way done and your support will (quite literally) decide if this book lives or dies. A quick like or share on social media would go a long way in getting the word out, and if you’d like to go the extra mile, I’d be extremely grateful for that precious pre order. You can read and follow the story so far and pre order on the project site. The site will be refreshed…

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The Edge of Mortality – now accepting pre orders!

Greetings! I'm very excited to announce that my next book, The Edge of Mortality, is now accepting pre orders on Inkshares. Inkshares is a crowd funding platform that allows me to pitch my book to hundreds of potential readers, who may pledge support for a particular project if they like what they see. Read more… Continue reading The Edge of Mortality – now accepting pre orders!

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Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 3)

Mr. Independent

Dear diary,

 

I spend ten minutes in quiet contemplation. Call it a moment of silence in preparation for an act of utmost creativity.

You see, I’ve lugged my half-naked carcass out of bed at seven in the morning and without even taking a second to rub my eyes, I’ve had to go relieve myself. Today I fly a solo mission dropping doo-doo bombs over enemy waters, and I hope to do it silently without creating too much of a mess.

Since I’ve won this round to my satisfaction, it’s now time to think about what I do next. Do I get breakfast? Do I make coffee? Do I bite an apple and hope it gets me through the rest of my morning? What are the rules of this thing? Are there even rules?

I take a second for it to sink in. There are no rules.

Another…

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Diaries from Suburbia

Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 3)

Mr. Independent Dear diary,   I spend ten minutes in quiet contemplation. Call it a moment of silence in preparation for an act of utmost creativity. You see, I’ve lugged my half-naked carcass out of bed at seven in the morning and without even taking a second to rub my eyes, I've had to go… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 3)

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Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 2)

What it takes to make a home

Dear Diary,

I sit here in a vacant chair at a strange airport, feeling the weight of dirt and grime of three continents on my skin and hair. Home never felt more far away this moment, as the air felt warm and balmy as it washed my face. I cannot feel my legs, but I can feel very much the weight of my lifeless body, in wait of a warm bed.

As I wait for my friends to arrive, my sleep deprived mind starts to roll footage from a few months ago. In the midst of a dreamy haze, I see myself sitting on my unmade bed under the toasty affection of my azure colored comforter. Wearing only a figure hugging t-shirt too comfortable to throw away and tattered shorts that gave any modicum of modesty a run for its money, I watched…

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Diaries from Suburbia

Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 2)

What it takes to make a home Dear Diary, I sit here in a vacant chair at a strange airport, feeling the weight of dirt and grime of three continents on my skin and hair. Home never felt more far away this moment, as the air felt warm and balmy as it washed my face.… Continue reading Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 2)

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Diaries from Suburbia (Chapter 1)

Leaving on a jet plane

Dear Diary,

Constancy has a sadistic way of changing, constantly.

Life changing things happen to all sorts of people, all the time. Things that made me not want to get out of bed, things that kept me from going to bed in the first place.

Don’t think for a minute that I use the words ‘life changing’ loosely. You don’t expect to pack your bags and move thousands of miles away without making some hard and demanding decisions. Moving so far away from home, away from your well settled life. You can’t just close out a bunch of close relationships quickly and cleanly. Leaving behind the false hope of meeting again soon, only to linger on for moments in a tight embrace, spouting long goodbyes that last a few seconds. Goodbyes that somehow gave this move a fleeting sense of permanency.

On a stormy night…

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