They are winning. Presidents, prime ministers, world leaders can all say that the global network of terrorist groups are being tracked, diminished and thwarted but if these monsters' goal is to instill fear in mankind (or at least to me) so stepping out our front door becomes a hesitant move – they are winning.
I have the mindset of what will happen next? And when will it happen? And how close will it be to my home? And what about my wife and children? And what about your children? And and and…
My second novel – tentatively titled “No Room for Shadows” – has a main character who explains to you his life-consuming paranoia. He is emotionally unable to leave his house because of the monster in a trench coat forever waiting on his front porch. The monster is simply the world that has holed him up in a room, fearful of his own shadow and anything else that moves or makes a sound. He is a man beaten down because of the fear shoved into him of what lurks on that porch, down the steps, up the road, around the bend, over the river, through the woods and even inside his very own hallway clawing at the bedroom door.
This character is not necessarily looking for your help, as you read through his therapeutic cries for a listening ear, but just sharing a few moments of unleashed emotions before bowing down to the shadows’ power, and the monster on the porch. I hope you will share in his darkness and relate to his frivolous hope for a hopeless spinning world that has taken him hostage of himself. Stumble along to the end of his road, when you, my kind reader, learn his biggest secret of all.
Stay tuned. He will cry out when the time is ready.
I have the mindset of what will happen next? And when will it happen? And how close will it be to my home? And what about my wife and children? And what about your children? And and and…
My second novel – tentatively titled “No Room for Shadows” – has a main character who explains to you his life-consuming paranoia. He is emotionally unable to leave his house because of the monster in a trench coat forever waiting on his front porch. The monster is simply the world that has holed him up in a room, fearful of his own shadow and anything else that moves or makes a sound. He is a man beaten down because of the fear shoved into him of what lurks on that porch, down the steps, up the road, around the bend, over the river, through the woods and even inside his very own hallway clawing at the bedroom door.
This character is not necessarily looking for your help, as you read through his therapeutic cries for a listening ear, but just sharing a few moments of unleashed emotions before bowing down to the shadows’ power, and the monster on the porch. I hope you will share in his darkness and relate to his frivolous hope for a hopeless spinning world that has taken him hostage of himself. Stumble along to the end of his road, when you, my kind reader, learn his biggest secret of all.
Stay tuned. He will cry out when the time is ready.