the madman

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Twenty-Two Faces Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking A Question of Dignity: A Society Dying for the Answer Gravy, Grits, and Graves Cloud Atlas The World Between

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You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

—Kathryn Stockett, The Help

“Write What You Know” Does Not Mean What You Think It Does | Fuel Your Writing

Yes, seriously, can you write what you know? I got an early headache with this manuscript on the current economic situation of the US written by a mechanical engineer. There’s nothing wrong with mechanical engineers writing about economics—when it’s not littered with I think, I heard, and Maybe. Assumptions. Accusations. Phew! 

"Paradoxically, denial was essential for her sanity, a system of staunchly dealing with the past while unconsciously guarding against intrusion.”

—Judy Byington, Twenty-two Faces: Inside the Extraordinary Life of Jenny Hill and Her Twenty-Two Multiple Personalities 

An author got a contract from a major publishing house in New York City—a dream come true for him. I was the happiest for him. We edited his manuscript since May last year. And the next day, I talked to myself on my way to a hospital. I had to hide and blend in the white emotionless walls of the place. If I’d be found out, I’d be dead. Why dead? I need to. That’s what his story tells me to do. No, that was just a story. A fiction. But fiction comes from the truth—or at least derived from it. This makes me sick. I must live. I have to burn that manuscript—I should. 

The Ramblings of a Madman 

Now Reading: Twenty-two Faces || Trying to fathom the wicked tricks of the brain. || Is dissoaciative identity disorder REAL? 

Now Reading: Twenty-two Faces || Trying to fathom the wicked tricks of the brain. || Is dissoaciative identity disorder REAL? 

"I am in awe of the power of nature, the simple existence of animals, the depth of the human heart, and the endless possibilities of mankind."

—Michael Sidebottom, On the Road

"I forgot how I fit into my memories."

—Michael Sidebottom, On the Road 

"I remembered my name and the specific details of my life, but I forgot who I was in relation to that life."

—Michael Sidebottom, On the Road

A hardened heart,
A blackened soul,
Hitting the bottom,
Of a sinking hole.

—Michael Sidebottom, On the Road