I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.

Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they'd be my best friend. Other times you're being interviewed by a complete jerk.

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

People that keep stiff upper lips find that it's hard to smile.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.