Those were the Days, Here are our Stories. Mural Painting, One Year On.

I heard Walter Mosley speak this summer at Thrillerfest. As a writer, I found him to be inspirational for a couple of reasons. He made two comments that I still remember from his presentation five months ago. I like speakers who say a few key things that are memorable and will actually make a difference to my writing life. Thursday, 26 July 2012.

Sunday, January 19, 2014. I stewed over this for a week before I decided I was going to try to be more positive about life, regardless of things that are going on.

Her purpose became disposed by the empty container of a pill bottle. Her mind was too muddled to even recognize who she had become. A pale face molded with the signs of abuse that outsiders diagnose. A face that society thrusts aside, mistrusts, and labels as a lost cause. Her hunger overcomes anyone who cares or anything that matters. This appetite gnaws at her heart and suffocates the things she once loved.