I don’t know what to say or do. How do you explain something that even you don’t understand or comprehend? I just feel like scratching my brain out of my head and trading it in for a new one just so I don’t have to feel like this. I want to scream. I am so angry, but I don’t know why. I feel like running away, taking my partner with me so she can get away from things too. I’m mentally restless, yet physically exhausted. I’m severely depressed, yet I should be happy. So what is it? I need to know! Maybe it’s physical? Mental? Or both… I need help, but I am unable to ask for it – I hate asking for help. However, it’s at that stage where I’ve had to admit that I need professional help now. It’s strong and out of control now…
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This will be a blog post (long overdue I might add ) telling you all about a couple of charities I support. For both of these heart warming charities I spread the word on Facebook, Twitter and through the use of merchandise I have purchased from them.
First of all, let me tell you about ‘Keep The Beat’:
They are an East Midlands based charity here in the UK, started by people who have had personal experiences with child heart problems. They are “A Charity Established to give hope & support to those affected by congenital heart defects. A special interest in Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome“. Strong supporters of keeping the children’s heart surgery and ECMO unit at Leicester’s Glenfield Hospital, they have petitioned and battled their way with phenomenal success.
I took an interest in this charity due to the personal experiences of a few people near and dear to me. I have always been passionate when it comes to charities that support vulnerable children, whether it be bullying, homelessness or physical and mental health. To this end, I purchased a t-shirt from them to show my support:
Ten pounds well spent! I wear it as much as I can when I am out and about and I have had a few people reading me to see what it is I have to say
If you want to show your support then head on over to their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Keepthebeat/207436135950744
Or you could check them out at their website: http://www.keepthebeat.co.uk/site/
Now for my second charity – RACPA UK – Rock Against Child Pornography and Abuse UK.
These guys are a great bunch of people as I know a few of the big supporters and sponsors. RACPA UK aim to help stamp out the atrocity that is child pornography – a vile and sickening element that needs to be extinguished! Here is their main mission:
“Working hard and making a noise for the silent victims of child pornography and sexual abuse!
We Don’t Want Your Money… We Want Change!
The mission is to raise awareness of child pornography, sexual abuse, and abuse of all kinds, no matter whether it be it physical, emotional, psychological or in any other form, and whether it takes place in the Internet, at home, in schools or in public.“
Now that I have finished my novel, I am in need of editing the monster! That was completed in January and I have done very little in the way of edits.
I’m finding that there are distractions left, right and centre. For some reason I can’t resist things, such as the odd bit of gaming, drinking, and the rest. Too many personal issues as well.
I need motivation. Any suggestions?
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My chat with bestselling author and writing coach Les Edgerton was so det ailed that I split it over two thrilling installments. If you missed Part 1, you can read via the link. In part 2 of out chat, Les and I discussed his teachings, and books in general. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy the rest of this interview.
Les Edgerton is a man who needs no introduction, a successful author with 15 bestselling titles to his name, including numerous books on writing as a craft, he is a man whose words should not only be listened to, but followed. He calls things how he sees them, and that is a quality I admire in a person. It was my honor to be able to sit down with him and talk about writing, his past, present and future.
What can I do, but stare? Stare into the void outside. Drops of rain bounce off the concrete in front of me like a thousand dancers, enticing me into its performance. I step out through the French doors from my alcove of a living room and feel the warmth caress my face like a mother’s love and devotion.
Amidst the rain that trickles down my face there is something thicker and hotter – a tear. I open my eyes and look down at the drink in my hand, the thin, golden brown liquid slowly being watered down. Without a thought I toss the scotch to the floor, its malted goodness spoiled by Nature’s sorrow. A bitter taste roaming around my mouth like an intruder; it is unwanted and evil. The glass is stained with remorse and a tortured being – so many times have I drunk myself into unconsciousness.
For how much longer can I keep this up?
I attempt a smile upon my face, but I know that it is not genuine – it is a falsity. The child in me sits down on the slabs of my patio and cuddles my knees to my face. The glass is to one side, discarded like my own feelings.
For so long I have given myself to people without getting anything back, except the satisfaction that I have helped someone with their troubles, or at least made them smile. How much longer? Am I to drink myself into failure? I keep telling myself that I must live for me and my life, but I cannot help it.
Things get from bad to worse in my head when in actuality things are fine. Maybe, just maybe, I need help.
Help myself before helping others?
I glance at the drying brown beverage on the floor and sigh heavily, my chest tightening. Images, poignant and vivid, flash in front of my eyes. Not for the first, or last, time in my life I cry… hard.
As she stopped to catch her breath, she turned and looked back. Her golden curls bouncing down to her shoulder and then back up to tickle her jaw. Delicate giggles slipped through her thin pink lips. And her small hands held on to the elegant ruffles of her summer dress.
It was painful to hear her.
I pulled the hot cardboard mug to my mouth and closed my eyes as the velvety liquid slipped down my throat.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,400 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.