A Big Thanks to a Wonderful Writer named Opinionated Man

I wanted to give a big thanks to a person who has an amazing blog and whose posts are a real delight to read. His writing has such depth of emotion and he has the amazing talent of reaching out to people and making them stop and think, reflect on the issues he writes.

Most, if not all of you, know him as Opinionated Man and his blog is:

http://aopinionatedman.com/

I wanted to thank him for having re-blogged my post “Despair, Depression – Give up or Fight back?” because he managed to touch so many people’s lives with it in his blog. So many people whom I hope my post helped a little. He did it selflessly and his one act had more people checking out my blog in one day that I would have ever been able to reach in a month. Frankly, I was quite awed by the number of people who found my post interesting.

Opinionated Man’s blog HarsH ReaLiTy is awesome in my opinion. It is not for the fainthearted or for those who get easily offended. It is for those people who see life as it is, who know that a little spice, a sprinkle of sarcasm, a touch of deep reflection and not seeing things at face value make all the difference between having a bland life and a life filled with the wonder of beautiful writing.

This is to you, OM. Hats off.

Regards,

S.R. McKade

A Writer’s World vs. A Writer’s Mind

A Writer’s World

The world of a writer can be such a lonely place. It’s like you’re in a bubble all alone and you can’t connect with anyone else. It’s not as if there aren’t people around you, there are – but they don’t understand you or your need to write instead of going to that party or going to visit relatives or closing yourself in your room, so you can – yes, write. What else?

It’s hard trying to reach out to people when every time you do – they give you this annoyed or ‘you’re-crazy’ look because all you do is talk about the characters in your mind and that story plot you’re hatching.

A Writer’s Mind

But ah, a writer’s mind! A writer’s mind is never lonely. Crowded, to be exact. All those people and their troubles and their happy moments, their lives clamoring to be heard, to be written. People might think me crazy or weird or loony, lol, but my mind’s never a lonely place. It’s constantly buzzing, with all these images flashing through, all the thousands of emotions I experience through my characters.

I might meet someone who would annoy the hell out of me and Skye would be there right beside me, telling me that person doesn’t deserve our time. Or I’d be having a sarcastic moment and both Skye and Cian would be zinging barbs with me.

Or the unexpected kindness from someone would totally surprise and touch me and Skye would feel it too, though of course, she’d pretend it doesn’t affect her.

There are others there with me, along with Cian and Skye (if you’ve read my book Holding Out For Skye, you’ll know who they are) whom I hope one day the world will know them too.

No matter how lonely my life could ever be, I would never trade my stories for anything in the world. They are part of me, like the color of my eyes. They are who I am.

It’s the best feeling in the world.

Regards,

S.R. McKade

So little time, so many books to read…

I wish there were more hours to a day, more days to a month, more months to a year. I wish we’d never grow old. lol

I think even if time were infinite, it would still not be enough. There would still be more and more books. Thank God. *Falls down on knees, sends up a heartfelt prayer and millions of thanks to all authors for the gift of their books to the world.*

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I wish I could live forever… just so I could read the thousands of books I want to read. Books are such a wonder, for me – they’ve always been a miracle, holding the power to transport me to so many different worlds, the power to make me walk in another person’s shoes, the power to feel thousands of feelings. 

I think after I’m dead, I’ll be an earthbound spirit and haunt the libraries of the world. So just a warning, that cold gossamer-like feeling on your arm at the library – that was probably me brushing up against you in my spectral form, on my way to read yet another book.

Happy Reading!

S.R. McKade

Breathe a little

Do you ever feel as if the whole world’s upon your shoulders, like this big weight on your chest and you feel like you can’t breathe? You feel tired, listless, exhausted. Drained. Devoid of all energy.

Even the littlest things feel like they take too much effort.

Every second that passes, feels like an hour. The days seem to creep by slowly without any sense of accomplishment. Or they go by too fast so you can’t seem to make sense of them. These feelings come and go. But before they go away again, it’s a hellish time trying to cope.

So, my experience has been this: Breathe a little. Sometimes we forget to just breathe. To take a deep breath and let out all the tension. To just stop and smell the flowers. Corny, I know but oh, so effective.

Take a day off – blow it away on your version of fun. My idea of smelling the flowers is to watch a cool movie, or TV show or curl up with a good book where I can lose myself in a different world.

Trust me – afterwards, you’ll be revitalized. And your soul will thank you for the much needed break.

So, breathe a little!

Regards,

S.R.