These ideas from my nightmares that I have, the sleep which is little slices of death – how I loathe them. Alone in my own zone, something so cold comes over me. What bothers me on a day to day basis comes out in my writing. Rage and horror engulfed in flames, burning like a soul lost in Hell. Not hating life, but writing life stories. Taking broken lives, taken lives. My thoughts are whacked, maybe I’m just mad or even bad. Not from a broken home but from a great home. Doing this for eighteen years, people want to cry – Hell wipe those tears. My writing might be hard to read. But at least the deed is done and you all have book number one. Entertainment is changing, people want more blood, more gore. Shows like American Horror Story and Hannibal grace our screens. TV isn’t just for the teens. Freaks and Cannibals even Zombie dead all a stable diet just before bed. Still everyone feels like they can relate, I guess my words can sometimes be great. Or they can degrade or even worse then can teach hate. The following of the book is by far the best. People want the sequel now but have to wait. They say I’ve lost my mind, I’m mad, but you know what I’m glad. Because every single penny I make goes straight to the piggy bank of my daughter and son. But with all the fans I have acquired, some kids want to read it too, but I warn them off as it’s just not right for them. So now I’m autographing each book with the words, ‘You’re Next!’ readers love it when I do a little personal statement. They say my stories can alter moods and talk to you. You hear the voices coming from within sometimes out the blue. But my stories are a reflection of itself, I just explain it, and then I get the cheques in the mail. It’s mucked up ain’t it. Thats why I seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it because I consider these minutes golden. So follow your dreams, do what you want. Dont leave it to late.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 10:08:42 +0000
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