I started Reality of the Unreal Mind as a blog to tell my readers a little bit about who I am as a person and the things that I have been through. As I traveled through the telling of this tale, I have been finding things out and setting things next to each other in… Continue reading The Appeal
Tag: Artist
The Optimist
Prince has to tell these stories because I never met this woman. He talked to her for the first time about a day after he was born at a workshop in Chicago. She was one of the editors there to grant what wisdom she could after reading just five pages of our work. She told… Continue reading The Optimist
The Genius
It started with a dead wasp. Prince was ten minutes old when he walked into The Genius’s hotel room, rolled up his pages and killed her intruder. They sat down and she pulled out his pages. “I have been looking forward to you,” she said. “This is some of the greatest world building I have… Continue reading The Genius
The Crystal Pistol
“You’re here for the workshop, right?” Prince said. She was a cute mom of a woman and she looked up at him and smiled. “I am.” “Then tell me about your book.” Her face lit up. “Well, I am really nervous. The agent has been ripping everyone apart.” “He is pretty brutal but that is… Continue reading The Crystal Pistol
The Roller Derby Queen
The workshop in 2008 was looming. I had fear in my gut and no idea what I was going to do. A New York agent had 50 pages of my book. A legitimate editor had fifteen, five other editors and creatives had five pages, and I had a constant panic attack moving through my system… Continue reading The Roller Derby Queen
Meeting Vigil
“I need your help,” I said to Rose as I walked into her house. “First, have you eaten?” “Since when?” “Sit down and eat.” My mother dropped a plate of pasta on the table and summoned me with her flapping slap. I obeyed. “What can I do for my son today?” She smoothed back my… Continue reading Meeting Vigil
Lost Confessions: Art
I read Artist’s blog last night and it really hit home to me. It was written in response to “Purpose” a blog written by Guardian many moons ago. I read it a few times and then it started to become familiar to me. As if I had read it before. I checked with Informer and… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Art
Lost Confessions: Guardian
Pawn On felt feet he glided across a checkered battlefield and noticed he was alone. No knights clashing against bishop, no battle cry of gathering forces to bolster courage. Just the groan of a dying battlefield. He slid past fallen banners and crumbling castles. He came to his fallen king and dropped to an obsidian… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Guardian
Lost Confessions: The Workshop
— 2008 — This is an awesome story! Have you ever known beyond your smallest doubt that you were exactly where you were meant to be, or doing the thing you were supposed to be doing? That is the story I am going to tell you now. I wrote a book. It is a decent… Continue reading Lost Confessions: The Workshop
Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
You’re not going to fucking believe this. Shit I don’t know if I do. I wasn’t going to blog about this at all, but I figured I had already drawn you in with the first few, so I might as well put out the final entry on this subject. After this one, I am done… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 5
