How does it feel re-editing Breathing Smog?

 

Honestly? It’s horrific. There is so much that I had forgotten over time since the very first draft of this story. Since I wrote this I moved on, I tackled larger projects. Projects that have been the polar opposite of Breathing Smog. And that change between the two has given me the perspective to look and compare my writing style from when I first began to now. Re-editing, it has been truly hard. I have contended with criticising my earlier style and method and vision for how the book was meant to be. But I have also contended with the emotions it brings up and reintroduces back into my system. It has been quite traumatic to a point.

This story, is responsible for where I am now, in terms of what the initial idea and processes have given birth to. This book, this story, is what first got me into writing and telling a story that I think is important. To give air to something to perhaps help someone else either by telling them they are not alone, things can get better. Or even if someone is going to ignore their instincts that tell them to run, maybe they should just take a moment to ask themselves why the instinct to run is so strong? What is it they really want to achieve by ignoring the warning signs that are showing? Honestly no one deserves all of those negative emotions, all of those experiences, and if anyone who reads this, if it has struck a nerve or hit you hard emotionally; part of me wants to apologize and say that I am so sorry that you have ever identified to the pain in the story, and the other part of me wants to congratulate them for surviving it and for being strong. While whoever it is I am speaking to directly now is that has ever experienced or felt some of these emotions is, I want them to know, they are amazing.

It takes real strength to survive, confront it and in time heal from a wound that feels like it will never ever close. All it takes is time, being kind to yourself, and remembering you are so much stronger, braver, more powerful emotionally than whatever it is that has hurt you and you will be able to have the choice between total self destruction, rock bottom, and in time, healing the wounds that are there and going on to have a happier life.

So today is one of the days where you wonder if nuts like to be eaten? And no I don’t mean balls! Pervert!

Ok honestly?

No idea what I want to talk about. I want to dance around to really cheesey pop music, eat candy, blow bubbles and be so very immature. But that is who I am.

The thing is, sometimes, just sometimes being happy isnt the hard choice that we make, its the really easy one but the voice that tells us we shouldn’t do what makes us happy is too loud in our ears. Its the one we are trained to think.

So if a nut bar makes you happy  unless you are allergic, go to town on it.

If dancing in the shower makes you happy? Maybe consider buying a bathmat so you don’t break your neck before you go to town busting out those moves…

Happiness is a choice. Make it count, life is so very very very short. Its a cliche for a reason.

We are fleeting. So be brave and take the risks you are afraid to make.

Well… Now that the second Coryburn Girls is out I should have more free time to pander away right? Wrong!

Well, lets see, I am prepping the final installment of the Coryburn Girls and things are about to get a whole lot darker and twisted. And don’t forget I already know how it ends, so its a total torture not being able to tell you the moments I have ended up loving to write the most from the series.

Well, I am also working on a re edit and more editing on some other pieces in preperation, which is driving me mad crazy with I HATE EDITING on my mind. But I do love the stories. So it is nice to break free of it once and a while and disappear into another world either by plotting or writing.

That being said I have recently been tackling the challenges that comes with writing about sex. Sex scenes, intimacy, sensation appeal. It’s gotten a lot more tricky to do. Originally attempting them made me feel very uncomfortable and made me blush a lot.

As a surprise for you all… here we have the man himself… Harry…

Harry tell us all about yourself…

 

I’m Harry, and I’m a fellow writer who’s one year more ancient as of last week. I am also currently working on some short stories and also sent off a novel to a few publishers so I hope to get a positive response from one of them at some point. I am also already planning ahead to the next story, but as per usual have no idea whether it will end up as another short story, a novel or the beginning of a world famous trilogy… or more. As for now, I’m hanging out with my sister listening to the Jonas Brothers, including songs like Pom Poms, and enjoying nice snacks.

 

 

See these silly little moments with Harry make the day 100000000000000000000000000 times better!

Weeeeeellllll HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY

The best friend/brother that has inspired so much.

Its a bit of a big day, writing this now, its like not a day has passed since Harry and I ended up best buddies. I am eternally blessed and lucky to have him in my life.

Harry, I am not hoping you have an amazing day, because I have so much hope and faith that you will have the most amazing life. Because you are the sweetest, kindest, coolest dude I have ever met.

 

I suppose I should talk about the Coryburn Girls, but while I am passionate about the writing and the stories that pour from my veins. But honestly today? That’s not what I am about.

Today, I am so happy I met Harry and I hope that all his wishes come true, he truly deserves so much happiness.