At age 27, many a rock star has died. Hendrix. Joplin. Cobain. It’s the rock star curse. There’s something mysterious about 27 and burning too bright. 27 years ago, almost to the day, Adam David III was born. He longed to live up to his grandfather’s musical legend, and wondered if he’d ever get there. … Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing journey
To Be an Artist
I didn’t always paint. In fact, I came to it in my late thirties. As a child and young adult I avoided art, mostly because I felt I was not talented enough to pull it off. Add to that problems with dexterity and vision, and I assumed it was a lost cause. Most of my … Continue reading
Comic Books Versus Mental Illness
I had the opportunity of a lifetime when I was 17. I met two major comic-book artists of note. I was in Montreal for a small show—all shows were small back in 1994—and I faced my destiny square in the eyes. The first artist was Jae Lee, superstar, who was releasing his new book Hellshock. … Continue reading
Super Spoonie Mom!
Super Spoonie Mom. Yeah, that’s me. I have chronic pain and a fatigue that has never gone away. I’m also the mother of a two-year-old who, I swear, is nuclear powered. Most kids, when they have run around for three hours, crash and sleep. NOT THIS CHILD. Nope. She keeps going. If I could only … Continue reading
Dickie Boy and a Sense of Inevitability
I love genealogy, especially since I discovered my late father descended from English kings, including Richard III—although I did have to delete his father’s line in 2012 (see article from The Guardian). This is relevant because my father’s family includes a lot of people with scoliosis, just like Richard III, or as I call him now, … Continue reading
All the Parts of Me
I don’t know about you, but many doctors have told me that besides my having myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME), I’m in good health. My primary care doctor prescribes drugs for general pain, muscle spasms, severe headaches, allergic eyes, dry eyes, breathing difficulties, dry mucus membranes, and add to that anti-inflammatory meds and the list goes on. … Continue reading
I’m Not F**king Brave
Just to set the record straight, I’m not brave, okay? I live with spastic cerebral palsy (CP) and relapse-and-remitting multiple sclerosis (MS). I can’t count the number of people who have called me brave. I always smile and nod when they say this, but the truth is that bravery has nothing to do with it. … Continue reading
World Building Self-Revelations
Building a world or universe can be an interesting process. Sometimes knowing where to begin is the challenge. When one’s brain has a tendency to bounce all over the place and to overthink, it can get even more complicated. My speciality is not physics, and I don’t have access to a lab. Therefore, I can’t … Continue reading
What’s in a Name?
I have an interesting relationship with pen names. I’ve been writing since I was eight years old, and I started thinking about a pen name almost immediately. It wasn’t that I disliked my name, exactly. I’m very attached to the name given to me by my parents,—mostly because I’m very attached to my parents—but I … Continue reading