And there it is...another year shot to hell

2014 was a pretty crappy year with only one highlight for me: finally releasing Nightmarescape. Book 2 is being heavily rewritten, hopefully I'll have the first draft completed near summer. Before that...I have a poetry book coming out. 100 Reasons is due out in February. A cover reveal will be coming soon. In the meantime, here's a poem for the new year and the passing of time:

We're Not Getting Old, We're Getting Dead

What was alien

Became familiar

Is now alien again

Body occupied a space

Mind occupied a place

No longer

Emotions once vivid

Thoughts once rational

All foreign stimuli now

Beneath the pass of time

Don’t get used to anything

Life itself is temporary

As are its stages

Just remember

You’re not getting old

You’re getting dead

Crappy 2015 jerks.