Life has created it’s own schedule this week, therefor the blog has been rather neglected.
So, this weekend I’ll be posting the pieces that were meant to go in earlier this week.
Which are book related. Both Saturday and Sunday will offer sections from the first third of the book. Short stories in regards to overdose, suicide and depression. Fun?! Always.
After that I’ll go back to my usual content.
And since we’re on the book path, we might as well stay there.
I’ve had the privilege to discuss the layout and content of the book I’m currently writing with some really wonderful and inspirational people.
The discussions were primarily based on the set up. Which is that the book is divided into 3 sections.
Using, Detoxing and then lastly; how to live after the distraction of the DT’s are gone and life starts. What to do about that. (And I need a single word descriptor for it…)
Now that last part is where every other fucking book ends. It ends with the asshole getting clean, going through DT’s, finding god and feeling all better. The desire is gone, the pukes, shakes and night terrors are gone, all is well…
Well, that’s not how it goes.
The pain and suffering are the substitute for the drugs. They compensate for the lack of narcotics. You become preoccupied by it. That and the obsessive thoughts.
When all that goes, (4 months after getting clean for me), I was like, what the fuck? I was sitting on the floor again, ignoring the dope dealer blowing up my phone and wondering, now what?
Who do I hang out with, how do I feel, how do I have fun? Fuck, how do I function? The last time I had lived without drugs and booze was somewhere around 15. I had a severe case of arrested development and nobody was there to help me figure out “me” but me. I was left with the raw materials, no pretty case to stuff it all in and forget about it.
That was the hardest part of the whole god damn thing.
And that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend. Hashing it out, writing it down.
But in the mean time, I’ll share with you the horror that is a cocaine induced overdose and how warped the human mind can truly get.
See you tomorrow, Kiddies.
Wait, Why the graveyard scene?
Because that’s about how coming out of the detox coma feels like. You’re left with all of the buried bodies of your past to contend with. You must dig them up while it’s still daylight. See them in the light. There is no instruction and there is no help. You’re alone with no tools, just solitude and rotting corpses.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan
So, this weekend I’ll be posting the pieces that were meant to go in earlier this week.
Which are book related. Both Saturday and Sunday will offer sections from the first third of the book. Short stories in regards to overdose, suicide and depression. Fun?! Always.
After that I’ll go back to my usual content.
And since we’re on the book path, we might as well stay there.
I’ve had the privilege to discuss the layout and content of the book I’m currently writing with some really wonderful and inspirational people.
The discussions were primarily based on the set up. Which is that the book is divided into 3 sections.
Using, Detoxing and then lastly; how to live after the distraction of the DT’s are gone and life starts. What to do about that. (And I need a single word descriptor for it…)
Now that last part is where every other fucking book ends. It ends with the asshole getting clean, going through DT’s, finding god and feeling all better. The desire is gone, the pukes, shakes and night terrors are gone, all is well…
Well, that’s not how it goes.
The pain and suffering are the substitute for the drugs. They compensate for the lack of narcotics. You become preoccupied by it. That and the obsessive thoughts.
When all that goes, (4 months after getting clean for me), I was like, what the fuck? I was sitting on the floor again, ignoring the dope dealer blowing up my phone and wondering, now what?
Who do I hang out with, how do I feel, how do I have fun? Fuck, how do I function? The last time I had lived without drugs and booze was somewhere around 15. I had a severe case of arrested development and nobody was there to help me figure out “me” but me. I was left with the raw materials, no pretty case to stuff it all in and forget about it.
That was the hardest part of the whole god damn thing.
And that’s what I’ll be doing this weekend. Hashing it out, writing it down.
But in the mean time, I’ll share with you the horror that is a cocaine induced overdose and how warped the human mind can truly get.
See you tomorrow, Kiddies.
Wait, Why the graveyard scene?
Because that’s about how coming out of the detox coma feels like. You’re left with all of the buried bodies of your past to contend with. You must dig them up while it’s still daylight. See them in the light. There is no instruction and there is no help. You’re alone with no tools, just solitude and rotting corpses.
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan