Tomorrow I head home from Glasgow. It’s been a fun stay with a great friend, and I’m going to miss the lovely people and scenery of Glasgow and Scotland (and of course my friends throughout the UK).

Once I am home I will begin working on Chasing the Angels and Kiss The Flame, and hopefully have them ready for the end of the year. I also will be revamping the site, so there will be some downtime as I reorganize things.

I had planned to write more about my trip, but it’s been mostly quiet and lovely — exactly what I needed to recover from the stressful times I was having.

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So, this place is going to undergo an overhaul in the springtime, to reflect what I want to do with the site. You’ll always be able to access my posts on the backup site at WordPress. 

Today I was supposed to be heading home, but thanks to the generosity of the person I’m staying with, and a bit of selfishness on their part, I’m here for another almost three weeks, enjoying the beauty of Scotland and the hospitality of my friend, who has been more than generous the entire time I’ve been here. 

I should be writing. Unfortunately, I’m feeling stuck in a rut when it comes to getting things off the ground again. I’m in desperate need of time to sit down with some writing prompts and just churn out fiction for fiction’s sake, rather than concentrating on writing the books. I also have needed the stress of me, and this trip and time in Scotland has given me that. 

I’ve at least decided to sit down and record the facts of the “universe” that I write, so that I have consistency and hopefully that’ll allow me to concentrate on quality. 

I’m going to attempt posting more here, and giving more updates, but things are quiet (which is how I like them) and not a lot of news is happening lately… which I won’t complain about too loudly, for the Powers That Be have a tendency to send a lot of news when they know you’re contently living life away.

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So I’m travelling with my host to visit a mutual friend in Liverpool. We’re on the train and I have to admit that I love rail travel.

I will also be taking the time to update on how my trip is going once we have gotten to our destination.

Right now I think I’ll take some time and enjoy the trip

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For the past few days I’ve been trying to review two books by an awesome author. Unfortunately, I’ve not been able to get beyond the “Happy Keyboard Flailing” point, or the dripping with OMG I LOVE THIS BOOK point. Yep, that’s where I am.

So, in the new year, expect some reviews of rock fiction (three books worth), some travel-logues from yours truly, and the usual, rock, writing and mayhem, with added mayhem!

Take care of yourselves and have a happy new year friends!

May 2013 be the rockin’ -est year yet for you!

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So, with the old year ending and the new year coming up (three weeks peoples!), this blog will be undergoing a series of shakeups. First there will be new content posted come the new year – yes, I’m publishing my short fiction on the blog, and, come the summer, Chasing the Angels will out for you to hold in your hot little hands.

Chasing the Angels is the story of how Torrent – four boys with a dream of making it big – got together and their first break into the music business. Along with their first taste of fame, you’ll get to see behind the curtain at what makes them tick and what drives them – sometimes to extremes.
I am looking forward to this story being available to you – it’s only been in my head for years!

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I’ve been having a hard time staying motivated with my writing lately. I know in part that it’s the depression still, but I’ve still been having a hard time with even seeing the point of writing.

I picked up Susan H. Gottfried’s The Demo Tapes: Year One, and have found myself wanting to read and write more. (I’ll be reviewing the Demo Tapes, Trevor’s Song and King Trevor on this blog as I power through them).

So I owe the lovely @westofmars a debt of gratitude. She has reminded me there is an audience for what I write and that there are good writers of rock fiction out there. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some more reading and writing to do.

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… because something else will.

Right now dear friends things are rather in flux. I am hoping that things straighten out and get back to “normal” very soon. 

Any good thoughts or prayers you want to send my way are greatly appreciated.

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Right now I’m perpetually tired. It’s a side effect of the depression, and I know it.

I’m also fighting back with everything in my arsenal – the drugs, the CBT methods I know to lift my spirits, using the hands held out by friends and family.

I started writing again, which after a two year hiatus has been, shall we sayinteresting. I’m getting used to putting words on the page again and seeing how they play with each other, and the muses are slowly coming out of hiding. In some ways, it’s like spring in my brain — there’s a lot of grey and black still, but the colour is slowly coming alive in there.

Maybe there is hope after all… and I’m sure I’ll look back on this sometime soon and shake my head. I hate how depression comes and goes. To quote Rush (“Far Cry”) – one day it feels I’m on top of the world, the next it’s rolling over me.

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Today I sat down, and finally had reached my lowest point. I don’t know where things are going to go from here on out, all I know is that they can’t get much worse then they are right now. I’ve got one step between me and much worse,and I’m desperately hoping it doesn’t come down to that, because I can’t handle it.

But, in all of this I turned back to my writing, and found my old drafts for a novel that I’d been working on, the one that I’d written the first draft of in a year, well, less than a year… about 10 months. I’m in the middle of rewrites on that, and rereading what I’d put on the page, I found myself happy with what I’d written, which for me, is no small miracle.

See, I have an intensely high level of expectation of myself. I expect to do a job, and do it well. You could say people like myself live in constant disappointment – because we do. Expecting yourself to be perfect or near to all the time is hard on your self-esteem and self-image. I’m slowly learning how to temper that instinct, and today was one small victory.

I actually enjoyed my own writing.

Maybe the upswing has started, ever so slowly.

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