The ocean split before me

Swallowed my enemy

And threw you back at me


My King

To lift me and rule me

To please me and love me


The sky fell

Drowned the hated

And you landed at my feet


My Unicorn

To show me what I need

Be what I want


The fire in me raged white

Till you walked right through it

Calming the rage for desire


My Master

He who commands me

He who protects me


Chaos surrounded me

Creating misery

In the calm before the storm


My Love

Who has awaked the beast within

The dormant me begging to be released


Lia Rees


Lia Rees

I had the privilege of interviewing a truly unique individual. Lia Rees has been a fun person to get to know. Today I’ll be taking to get about her book But I’m Not Depressed. 

“Tell us something about yourself Lia.”

“Here’s my “official” biography!”

Lia Rees lives in London. She loves music, particularly prog rock, chill out and anything melancholy. Her ideal house involves plenty of books, attractive lamps and things made from coloured glass. Open-source culture and wild places excite her, and she has dabbled in the creative arts of jewellery making, crochet and T-shirt design. Since 2005, she has been living with the psychological and cognitive effects of an acquired brain injury. She writes to bring readers into the surreal world of the survivor, and to save other survivors from the psychology trap.

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“My memoir, But I’m Not Depressed.”

A memoir. I love that word. Sounds so pretty. Especially with a french accent. Lia has been nice enough to provide me with a copy of the book and I’m excited to get started on it. Thank you Lia.

“Would you like to provide us with a blurb?”

This is what happened when something devastating crashed into an unusual mind.

When I suffered a brain injury at the age of 19, I was not told what I had. The world became a dreamlike haze. I was cut off from my own thoughts and memories.

Instead of receiving medical treatment, I was sent into psychotherapy. So began a ten-year battle to recover my lost self. This memoir is a window into the surreal internal landscape of a brain injury survivor striving to find reality once more.

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“Why is this book so important for you to share?”

“I thought I was only writing one book – But I’m Not Depressed – but it became the starting point for a whole advocacy mission. The more I researched my condition, the more medical neglect and heartbreaking stories I found. I’m now planning a series of full-colour artistic booklets to provide survivors with the information we are rarely told about our condition. There will also be a follow-up book on high-IQ people and brain injury. The effects of brain injury are devastating yet subtle, and don’t always show up in tests. Many high performers are overlooked because they still manage to score quite well on tests. They are told, as I was, that there’s nothing wrong with them that a little positive thinking won’t cure. They spend the rest of their lives struggling and blaming themselves. It’s a situation I’m angry about.”

That’s horrible. I never did like doctors much. Time and again they prove how inadequate they can be with things new to them. The realm of possibilities seem to be only what their current knowledge and pharmaceutical companies tell them. Such a shame.world turned upside down

“What make this/these books so special to you?”


“But I’m Not Depressed is a very personal book. Without much preamble, I bring the reader into the strange underwater world I live in now. The sheer weirdness of being inside a brain-injured mind is the kind of bizarre experience you can compare to a drug trip. But most people, thankfully, will never know it from the inside.

“Most people also associate brain injury with head trauma from sports, vehicle accidents and so forth. Mine came from another source, which was why it was medically dismissed. By writing about it, I strike out against the psychologists who undermined my story and tried to reshape my reality. Nobody will suffer for neglecting me, and that will always hurt. But it will hurt less if I can write a book and have a voice.”

No one can tell the story but you. I’m so happy you choose to.

“Who is your favorite author?”

“It’s probably either Douglas Adams or Ray Bradbury. Two insightful men with beautiful precision of language, and Douglas Adams managed to be funny with it.”

“What inspired you to write for the first time?”

“As a small child, I read everything I could lay my hands on. It seemed a natural progression to start writing stories on my dad’s computer. I still have four “books” from that time – computer printouts bound into coloured plastic folders – full of my old stories in various genres. It’s fascinating to see how a five-year-old writes science fiction, for example, and what she believes is important. I wish I could recall what I’d actually been reading at that time. Anyway, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t making things up.”

That would be a great thing to have made into a hard back book on one of the publishing websites and share with the kids in the family.

“What keeps you coming back to writing?”

“It helps me keep track of myself – what I think, experience and believe. Once I actually get started, the page of text is very forgiving. It keeps a record of all the thoughts and ideas which would otherwise be lost to the amnesia I live with.”

That’s awesome that you found such a profound use for writing. That should be recommended to anyone with memory loss.

“If you could say anything to your fans, what would it be?”

“Be sure of what you want, and what you believe. Examine it with logic and compare all the evidence before you commit yourself. Then never let anyone take it away.

Also, eat proper food and explore the natural world more. They’re both fun and good for you.”

I can second that advice. Too many people in the world saying someone can’t do something. It’s amazing what good healthy food will do for one’s mood and energy.

The Crimson Petal and the White“What is the first book you’ve ever read that pulled you into its world?”

“I can’t remember the first, but I was mesmerized by The Crimson Petal And The White. The daring, immersive use of language and metaphor grabbed me from the start, mingled with the historical knowledge and psychological detail. It helped that the book is about the adventures of a highly intelligent prostitute in Victorian London.”

That’s going on my reading list. Sounds intriguing.

“What would you say to future authors you might inspire?”

“Be both structured and chaotic, rational and emotional. I know it’s hard. That’s kind of the point.”

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Thank you Lia. That was very insightful and inspiring.

If you wish to find Lia, her links are listed below.  Thank you for reading, as always.



Email: Lia at FreeYourWords.com



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I’ve gotten the chance to read a few chapters since she sent this to me and it’s a wonderfully poetic work. Lia Rees has a wonderful talent when using words to describe the impossible.

Your Beloved Author,

Sandra Easter

Stardust Always Authors (R.R. Virdi)

RonnieSay Hello to R.R. Virdi. Thank you R.R. Virdi for taking the time to answer a few questions. Tell everyone what Stardust Always is to you. Why did you write something for it?

It’s for a wonderfully great cause and another chance to work with fellow authors and friends to do something awesome. There’s no thought needed. Just do it. I love the fact that we can use/share our medium and art to help raise awareness, as well as funds, to combat something as horrible as cancer

Tell us about your story.  What message do you hope to convey to your readers?

I wrote A Bag Full of Stars. It’s a spin on a few fairy tales and references that will hopefully inspire people to fully their dreams since life is short, fulfill promises, and realize that our loved ones are always with us—always

How did Rickman and/or Bowie influence your life?

Bowie’s roles in certain movies (as a geek) influenced and exposed me to other creative worlds. But more so, it was the man. The things he’s said. There is a fantastic short video in where he explains why people should follow their creative passions, why we have them, and that we should never let them go. The same goes for Alan Rickman. There is a man who pushed his acting and passion as far as he could. Acting in things like Galaxy Quest and doing comedic parodies.  Putting himself in thrillers like Die Hard. And then a magical children’s fantasy world like Harry Potter.


If you could tell them/ him anything what would it be?

Thank you for living by example.

Is there anything you’d like to say to those whose lives have been affected by cancer?

One day it will be cured—promise.


You can find R.R. Virdi at the links listed below:

Website: http://rrvirdi.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/rrvirdi

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rrvirdi/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7769192.R_R_Virdi

Author Central: http://www.amazon.com/R.R.-Virdi/e/B00J9PZ1YW/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Get your copy of Stardust Always.

Your Beloved Author,

Sandra Easter


You Might Be a Writer If…

This is funny.

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A lot of “stuff” has been going on in my life lately. Hard stuff. Heavy stuff. The kind of stuff that just makes me want to write massacre scenes….except I am so brain dead I had to google how to spell “massacre.”

Masicker? Missucker?

WHAT AM I DOING???? *breaks down sobbing*

I am supposed to be an adult an expert okay, maybe functionally literate. Fine, I give up! I have nothing left to saaaaayyyyyy. I am all out of woooords *builds pillow fort*.

I figured it’s time for a bit of levity. Heck, I need a good laugh. How about you guys?

We writers are different *eye twitches* for sure, but the world would be SO boring without us. Am I the only person who watches Discovery ID and critiques the killers?

You are putting the body THERE? Do you just WANT to go to prison? Why did you STAB…

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New Publishing World

I love and hate the new publishing world. 
On the one hand, many talented authors are able to get their works out there.  They can get recognition and a following on their own.

On the other hand…extremely mediocre or  poor writers are out there too. Shifting through the mess is sometimes a painful chore.  I try to read their work (I really do) but sometimes the unbearable grammar, repeated story line, and poor character development makes a one day read last months.
I’m certainly not perfect,  grand,  or the next “big” one out there but somethings just need to be known. I.E. there and they’re are two very distinctly different words as far as their definitions go. Something I can see messing up on once or twice, but not every flipping time.
These books fill the industry with trash, making it harder for well written and imaginative writers to become well known.

So, my point, stop supporting bad writing. Stop encouraging bad editing.  Tell your honest opinion no matter how much it might hurt their feelings.  Not everyone is destined to write. 

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter


The Great Gluten Debate


I issued this challenge to my fiends and family because of their constant debate and bickering with one another.  So I’m challenging you too.
Good luck!

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter


Day 6: Erotica Week- AJ Downey (Book 5) [1/2-Proceeds to Child Abuse]

Aj DowneyA.J. Downey, NaNoWriMo author, hails from Seattle, Washington with her fiancé and cat. A fun loving, strong willed woman with a talent for writing characters that you can relate to and enjoy reading about. This post is about her fifth book.

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Learn about NaNoWriMo.

Click the names of the books to go to the links of Book 1 through 4 of the Sacred Hearts Series.

Shattered and Scarred

Broken and Burned

Cracked and Crushed

Masked and Miserable

Tattered and Torn

The FINAL book (for this week anyway). This book is on pre-order and 1/2 the proceeds to the pre-order and the first month goes to a good cause. Let me tell you about it.

BACA-LWBikers Against Child Abuse

(From their site) Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA) exists with the intent to create a safer environment for abused children. We exist as a body of Bikers to empower children to not feel afraid of the world in which they live. We stand ready to lend support to our wounded friends by involving them with an established, united organization. We work in conjunction with local and state officials who are already in place to protect children. We desire to send a clear message to all involved with the abused child that this child is part of our organization, and that we are prepared to lend our physical and emotional support to them by affiliation, and our physical presence. We stand at the ready to shield these children from further abuse. We do not condone the use of violence or physical force in any manner, however, if circumstances arise such that we are the only obstacle preventing a child from further abuse, we stand ready to be that obstacle.

Click their name or photo for more information.

Book 5:Fractured and Formidable

Fractured and Formidable


She’s Fractured…

Mandy Price is best friends with Everett, the Ol’ Lady to the Sacred Heart’s VP, and roommates with them both… No one would guess that the preacher’s daughter could have such a dark secret, but Mandy had a big one. The product of a broken childhood, Mandy lives a fractured existence. She maintains the outward appearance of normalcy, that everything is just fine, when nothing could be further from the truth. Ever the dutiful daughter, she returns to her father’s church and his table every Sunday. Trouble is, things are growing worse not better as Mandy grows into her own. It’s becoming harder and harder to maintain appearances on a daily basis and Mandy is definitely feeling the strain.

He’s Formidable…

Revelator has had his eye on the innocent redhead from the moment he first saw her. Too much has been getting in the way of him pursuing the angel, prospecting for the club taking up just too damned much of his time. He was fully patched now, still, just when he was getting ready to make a move, that’s when his shop came down around his ears. Faced with rebuilding from the ground up, he’s decided that if he has to start from the beginning, he might as well go all in. If starting over is what has to happen then the life he plans on building from here on out definitely has his Red by his side and no one else’s.

It doesn’t take Rev long to find out what his girl is hiding, and when he does, someone is going to find out just how formidable he can be, not just in body, but in mind and with his brother’s backing…


“Autumn Amanda Price!” my father shouted and I froze. I turned just in time for him to grab me, shaking me by the shoulders.

“Get your hands off me!” I shouted at the same time he was screaming something about me being ungrateful and disrespectful I shouted back, giving no quarter.

“Me disrespectful! How about you!? Up there preaching God’s word every Sunday but do you actually practice anything that you…” his hand flashed out of nowhere in a wicked open handed backhand that caught me right in the mouth. I let my head snap to the side with the blow. You went with it and it typically left just a red handprint it’s when you braced against it you got bruised.

“Jim!” my mother cried, dismayed and jumped back, her eyes fixed over my shoulder. My dad looked up and he turned several shades darker red than he’d already been and I turned too, to see Zander striding up the sidewalk and across our grass the devil’s own fire in his eyes, his car parked down the block driver’s door swinging wide.

“Zander no!” I cried dropping my binders to the walk, abandoning them to the grass, I put both hands to his chest and pushed but it was like trying to stop a juggernaut. Once it was in motion… he stopped though, chest heaving and stared my dad down for a minute over my shoulder before turning his eyes on me. My expression must have been frozen into one of sheer desperation because his look softened.

“Red, you okay Baby?” He cradled my face in his hands, his thumb gently grazing my lip, I jolted at the raw sting of it and his expression darkened. He pointed at my dad.

“You touch her again I will fucking break you!” Zander snarled. My dad drew himself up to his full height which was taller than Zander, of course, but then again I was taller than Zander. I blinked. Zander was here. On my parent’s front lawn.

It dawned on me just then and I found myself blurting “Zander! What are you doing here!?”

He returned those warm brown eyes to mine and his mouth compressed into a thin line. He pulled me into the shelter of his arms, my hands still pressed flat to the slick leather of his motorcycle vest, the name patch that read ‘Revelator’ rough beneath my fingers.

“I told you, Red, not disappearing on you again.” He gave me a watery version of that devilish grin, the chip in his tooth both endearing and menacing at the same time but he’d lost some of the tightly coiled rage when he’d taken me into his arms.

“Just who are you!?” my father demanded, Zander turned a rough look in his direction.

“I’m the guy who’s gonna fuck up your entire world if you ever lay a hand on your kid or your wife again,” he said.

Obviously there aren’t any reviews yet. If you don’t get any books get this one at least. It’s for a good cause. Thank you for being here with me this week and have a wonderful weekend.