Love this post. Having experienced my own self-destructive trips down a road on a crash course, I can relate. I'm not quite sure of what the connection is between artists and an intense need for stimulation / something more, but something's certainly there.
I’m sorry I never called. It was all you wanted. A simple request that I kept putting off. I promise I was going to. But then one morning it was too late. I’d missed my chance. Cause there’s no phone to reach where you went.
"If you had one shot, one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted...would you capture it, or just let it slip?" -Eminem, Lose Yourself Life is a lot. Almost too much. Sometimes it is. You've got obligations and commitments, responsibilities and deadlines, to-do lists and chores... So much to do and nowhere near enough time… Continue reading Are You Thinking About Quitting?
The Author goes live on Amazon Thursday, October 25th. In the meantime, I hope you'll read Cristian's review. If you'd also like to write a review, please do let me know! 🙂 By the way, sorry James Cudney for stealing your pic for this featured image ;P How far would you go to rebuild the… Continue reading Review of my debut novel, The Author, by book reviewer Cristian Mihai📚😍🎃
Make your own kind of music. Sing your own special song. Make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along.
Visit mine if you'd like--but depending upon which door you knock, I can't promise you'll leave.
"If money is where you find happiness, you'll always be poor." -NF, Remember This Success: 1. the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors;the accomplishment of one's goals. 2. attainment of wealth, position, honors, or the like. Everyone seems to be constantly searching for something to make them feel whole; something to give them a sense of achievement and positive progress. I'm not saying it's a bad… Continue reading What is Success to you?
Preview the first few chapters of James J. Cudney's novel, Watching Glass Shatter, now on Amazon and Goodreads!
Every night, It's like I put a gun to my head, pull the trigger, and let everything from inside spew freely onto that page.