Review – Stiltskin by Andrew Buckley

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4 Stars

“Dunno, screamed un shouted but ah dint tek no notice fer a while. Screamin ain’t not usual ere. Aftur a week sorta figured he wuz serias.”
“Ome sweat ome,” drooled the Troll.”

LOL. Absolutely chuckle-worthy and one of the most original plot-lines I’ve ever read. Andrew Buckley did a marvelous job creating suspense so engrossing the story kept me hooked until the last page. Very clever portraying of the characters and the world depicted in it. I loved all the characters – there was just something about each of them I liked. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. The Mad Hatter sounded almost sane in his insanity. Very well-written.

Your Place In This World

In the thousands or so books I’ve read, there are many that have captured a piece of my heart in one way or the other. I find myself thinking of one such book today where something the author wrote, struck a chord deep inside me:  “Some people find the golden ring swimming in their cereal in the morning, slip it on their finger and go skipping through life. And others drop it in the sand at the beach and spend the rest of their life digging to get it back.” — quoted from the book Her Valentine Blind Date by Raye Morgan

Do you ever question your place in this world? Why you do what you do? Whether anything you do has an impact or whether you’re a tiny meaningless drop in a never-ending ocean.  Or do you put on your golden ring and go skipping through life, confident of who you are and your place in this world? 

For me, on good days I love writing, love it that I have stories in my mind that give my life color and meaning. On bad days, I wonder what’s the point to it all? I wonder why the hell I write, who the hell I am. 

Who am I? (I sound like Jackie Chan in his movie Who am I?) What is my identity? One day I might be a sweet, generous kind-hearted soul (Hard to believe, I know, but I have my moments – stop laughing, Tyler!), the next day I might be a sarcastic narcissistic person (this one’s more believable and who I am most of the time), another day I might be mean and unforgiving (Yeah, totally me), happy and cheerful (Okay, another rare one), moody and selfish, bitter and perpetually unsatisfied. 

Perfect in my imperfections

In my best buddy Tyler’s opinion, I’m a psychotic sociopath with MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder) and I should be committed. His opinion’s usually gold and he’s nine times out of ten, right on the money (But don’t tell him that). Alas, that’s the affliction of a writer. The MPD’s a given since we have so many personalities living inside of us, demanding their hour of stardom. 

only a writer

But you know what? Even if you feel you don’t have a place in this world, you feel like you don’t belong anywhere, that you’re dispensable—you’re NOT. Yes, you’re a drop in that big ocean but your tiny drop can cause ripples which touch others and even you won’t know what kind of cosmic reaction will occur from it. Maybe you won’t know it now, maybe not ever. But the people whose lives you’ll touch will know. 

We all belong somewhere, we all have our place. We just need to keep searching until we find it—if you don’t search for something how can you hope to find it? Nothing ever falls in our laps. Everything would be so easy if it did. But the fun and wonder would be gone. Life would be bland. 

glittering eyes

Tragedy, strive, disappointment, sorrow, happen for the simple reason to teach us, to make us grow as a human being. You can’t grow without change. And change doesn’t necessarily mean it’s good. Even bad change has a purpose. 

You just have to keep faith and keep believing. Stay strong and keep your head up. Keep your heart strong. Sure, your heart might get a few knocks along the way, but that’s what it means to live, not just surviving but to actually live. If your glass house breaks into pieces, rebuild—rebuild stronger than ever. 

And you’ll be one step closer to the niche created just for you. 

All the best,

S.R. McKade

Procrastination 101

I haven’t done any posts lately and I thought that talking about how I’m the Queen of Procrastination would make a good topic. I decided to Google the word just to see what comes up and to make sure my info on it was correct. 

So I found this article on Wikipedia. In short, procrastination means—delaying urgent tasks until the last minute in preference for more pleasurable stuff. I learned that the ‘pleasure principle’ is the one responsible for procrastination — that psychologists believe this is a coping mechanism for anxiety over starting or completing a work or task. (In other words, Pleasure = Bad for you.) 

Color me shocked. I never knew that. The thought went through my head, “OMG, I have an anxiety issue!” 

I read on. I learned that other psychologists believe that anxiety will cause people to postpone their urgent tasks to the last minute only if they are impulsive. 

So now on top of having an anxiety issue, I’m also an impulsive person? Impulsive’s pretty cool actually. I like that one. 

I continued reading: “Procrastination may result in stress, a sense of guilt and crisis, severe loss of personal productivity, as well as social disapproval for not meeting responsibilities or commitments.”, “Chronic procrastination may be a sign of an underlying psychological disorder.”

Did you even know that? I didn’t even know there was something called ‘Chronic procrastination’. So along with an anxiety disorder, I now have I don’t know what other psychological disorders. 

Holy cow! I need to get myself admitted! And all I did was look up the word, “Procrastination.”

googling ur symptoms

I think a little procrastination’s good for you. I admit that it’s a coping mechanism to deal with negative stuff because for me it works. Whenever I’m down or sad, watching a funny movie or reading an awesome book makes me feel better. Yes, I know, I should have been dealing with all the many issues in my life that need attention, but for just a little while, I needed to forget it all and just be myself. 

I think that’s therapy enough for me. 

Often when I write for long stretches at a time or stick with the same story, I need to get away from it for awhile. Stepping away from it kind of put things into perspective. I go back recharged and armed with a new sense of purpose. 

So a little procrastination’s good, just be careful not to let it become chronic, or you’ll get a letter from the loony bin with your name on it, lol. 

Regards,

S.R. McKade