What’s it all about? And why would anyone want to read it? Well, let me try to explain without losing your interest too quickly. Basically, it’s all about me. Shameless self-promotion: of my writing, of my novels:
Where Are the Cocoa Puffs? and Reis's Pieces, of my amazing ability to come up with clever captions on photos of my travels . . . And also, a blatant representation of my stupidity when it comes to spelling, editing, and computer-type stuff.

My debut novel:
Where are the Cocoa Puffs?: A Family's Journey Through Bipolar Disorder was released in September of 2010. My second novel: Reis's Pieces: Love, Loss, and Schizophrenia, was released May, 2012!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Sneak Preview From My New Novel

My new novel: Reis's Pieces: Love, Loss, and Schizophrenia will be released in May! We are busy with the final edits! As with Where Are the Cocoa Puffs?: A Family's Journey Through Bipolar Disorder, I thought I'd share a few excerpts now and then.

Reis settled into the leather chair and sighed at the doctor. “I feel like I’m being tested.”

“Tested?” asked Dr. Benson.

“Well, more like a child, really…or a criminal. Like my life isn’t my own.”

Dr. Benson frowned, then nodded and waited.

“It’s like, now that I’m part of this system, there’s no way out. So many people looking after my welfare.... It’s rather insulting.” Reis stood up and began to pace. “It’s not like I committed a crime against society. I’m not a criminal.” He stopped and appealed to Dr. Benson. “Why do I feel like I’m trapped? No longer able to man my own life?”

Dr. Benson leaned forward, rested an elbow on his knee, and placed his chin in his hand. “Reis, the system’s there for you. As you said, to look after your welfare. As long as you’re not a danger to yourself or anyone else, you’re free to walk away.”

Reis sat back down in the chair and ran his fingers through his hair. He tried to stop the gasp of sorrow that escaped from his mouth, but he just couldn’t. He rubbed his fingers into his eyes and looked at Dr. Benson. “But don’t you see? Don’t you understand? I have nowhere to go.”