by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Oct 28, 2015 | Behind the Scenes, Excerpts
Four lanes separated Heath from life and death—two each direction. On one side, endless streams of people flowed beneath bright street lamps, their heels clicking against the pavement as they scuttled to the next bar or dance club. On the wrong side—his side—the...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Oct 16, 2015 | On Craft
5 1/2 years. That’s roughly how long I’ve been working on this novel. 6 years. That’s how long I’ve been trying to figure out writing and me and life. 2,138 days of recovering from PTSD, spilling my heart onto the paper, growing as a writer, editor and person, and...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Oct 2, 2015 | Writing Tools
I don’t know who gave it to us. Other writers, maybe? Unknowingly passing this virtual virus via tweets, blog posts and even books. Or maybe it’s the writing gremlins–the little monsters that like to crawl around inside your head and whisper that...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Jun 6, 2013 | Beautiful Things, Broken Pieces, When Life Hurts
A close friend of mine shared the following thoughts with me after a discussion we had on abuse, shame, and our life experiences. It is easy to feel like a second class citizen when you discover your upbringing is so incredibly different than those around you....
