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: Bekah
The Zombie Queen
At Kimberling book fair when The Gunslinger stood me up and Sunshine came out of nowhere, I met the Zombie Queen and nothing was ever the same. She bought my Manhunters series. I bought her Zombie Club series. And this is what I got. She is a local writer. Not to say she isn’t international… Continue reading The Zombie Queen
The Accompanist
When Bekah and I decided to self-publish Liefdom we had a problem. We had to show the world the greatest final product that we could manage. We had gotten it edited by The Genius. We had written it and polished it. Liefdom had been put through six rewrites. Bekah had sorted through every word and… Continue reading The Accompanist
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 Big Sister
The best book I have ever read in my life was given to me as a beta read by a woman I will call The Big Sister. We are going to go a ways around in order to get to her, but I need to focus you on this woman. And the way her book… Continue reading The Big Sister
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
Strawberry
When I was ten and Mumble lost his job, we hurt for a while then we started to put it back together, or so we thought. Then the corn. The deal was three dollars for a brown paper grocery bag full of as many ears of corn as you could get in the bag without… Continue reading Strawberry
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
Come Home Soon
She had stayed until everyone left and I was walking Bekah to her car. It was the first day we were together and she was going to her parents where she was staying for the summer. “Don’t go,” I said. “You belong here. With me.” I kissed her. It didn’t take more than that to… Continue reading Come Home Soon
