Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.

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

I notice when I'm on these trips, I read like mad. It's the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

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

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.

...let the emotional weight of a scene rest on the dialogue wherever possible. This is the easy way to avoid overinterpretation, which seems to be what turns a scene from sympathetic to sentimental.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.