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Hey Jessica, it’s great to have you here. How are you doing?
Fabulous, It’s a nice sunny day in Massachusetts. Apple season is just around the corner. Looking forward to hoodies and fires.
Well, I guess the most logical place to start is with The House on Hayden Pond. Tell me about it. What gave you the idea, and did you take inspiration from personal experience?
I started writing The House on Hayden Pond about two years ago. It’s my first Novella and very dear to my heart. I named the book after my son Hayden. He loves all things scary and creepy. He is six years old and always excited to see his hand print on the book cover. I would say my writing style is very different. I write fast paced without allot of fluff. I always say you have one chapter to grab my attention. I have taken that to heart in my writing.
I have something called Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder. I was given the suggested diagnosis as a freshman in college. Since it’s not yet recognized by the NIH they could not officially give me the diagnosis. I basically daydream 70% more than a “normal” person. Having written various screen plays for my own enjoyment, I made the decision to complete and write a book. A day later I was watching the movie Aloha and took two actors played by Bradley Cooper and Rachel McAdams transforming them into Paul and Sam Bolton. Through my daydreams I had the first draft completed in three months. This was followed by multiple versions and a constant changing story line. After the final draft was complete I made my own cover and hired Thomas Hauck to professionally edit the book.
So, Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder – can you tell me more about what that is exactly?
Absolutely, I am a firm believer in educating. It stops assumptions about the disorder. Throughout the day doing absolutely any task I can get caught up in a daydream. I have a hard time falling asleep. It usually takes about 2-6 hours because I have such a busy mind. It’s also known as the Walter Mitty Syndrome for good reason. Not to be confused with normal daydreams they tend to be much more elaborate and extremely vivid. Like a movie or novel played out in your mind. People with MDD are 100% aware that these daydreams are not real in any way. It’s impossible to stop because it’s subconscious. It often happens while preforming regular everyday tasks. I have probably had it since I was about five years old. I try to have a positive attitude about MDD. Instead of dwelling on it I use it to my advantage to write. In reference to the House on Hayden Pond, when I say I know every inch of that house and every character intimately, it’s because I’ve been there. I have seen it all unfold. The downside is it can be embarrassing. I have been so caught up in a daydream that I have unknowingly said a line from one of my characters in public. Then you get the crazy person stare. I have also randomly laughed in public at something funny I was daydreaming about. People have gotten frustrated with me because they are talking and I am a million miles away. I have learned from others with MDD there is a spectrum of people who are high functioning and low functioning. I am thankful I am able to complete tasks and drive myself to focus.
Fascinating! I may have to look into if this applies to me. So, what is next? Will there be a follow up to Hayden Pond?
I have a current project that needs to be seen to completion. After that I will be diving into the prequel titled The Rise of Roman Hollick. I did already write the first chapter, but I’m trying to be disciplined and write one book at a time. All I can say so far is it’s going to be a blood bath.
Anything else you would like to tell us, or promote?
I am currently working on a thriller that my horror backbone can’t help but creep into from time to time. The project is not yet titled. Please follow my Facebook page for The House on Hayden Pond it will be the best source for future information on my new books including release dates.
Well, thanks again Jessica. I look forward to speaking to you again when the new book comes out.
Thank you for your time. The pleasure is all mine. If anyone has any questions about my books or MDD please feel free to PM me on my Facebook page.
Thanks for being here Bryce. Let’s start by talking about The Reading Buddy. What made you want to return to those old 90’s teen horror books? It isn’t done much anymore is it?
That particular style of writing and storytelling is something that I have loved for a long time. With The Reading Buddy, I set out with that in mind, but I wanted to do in an updated kind of way.
Do you plan to continue with this style, or was it just a fun experiment?
What I’m working on now is a loose follow up to The Island of Dr. Moreau. It is set in the present day and the protagonist is a teenager. Instead of animals, this Moreau experiments with plants. I guess it is also similar to the teen books from the 90s but not in such a heavy handed kind of way as The Reading Buddy.
I know that you make quite a few public appearances, and I would love to hear more about that. How do they go, and how do you go about finding the opportunities?
They usually go pretty good. Even if it is a slow one, something good comes from it. I go to literary festivals, library events, bookstores, and small town festivals. I tend to stick to events in SC, NC, and GA. Last year I signed up for as many small town festivals that I could fit into my schedule. I even went to one in a town that has a population of under 200 and ended up doing really well there. I find out about the festivals through the internet and word of mouth at other festivals.
Do you find that sales are good at events, or is it more about getting the word out there?
Sales vary. I tend to do much better at the small town festivals than I do at literary festivals or bookstore signings. E-book sales also tend to jump up after I go to one of these events.
I should look into that. Ok, so, what’s next for Bryce Gibson? What are you working on, and what can we look forward to next?
Well, like I said, I’m working on the next teen thriller. I plan on writing the book during NANO month in November and editing in the beginning of next year. It should be available in the summer of 2018. I’m also finishing up a Halloween short story that is a tie-in to my 2014 Southern mystery, Unclaimed Acre. It will be published as a freebie within the next few weeks.
Thank you so much for answering my questions, Bryce. I really look forward to talking to you again when the new book is out. Bryce will be back in October with a treat for Halloween. Pumpkin Beer!
For more on Bryce, check out his website, www.bricegibsonwriter.com. And click on any of the images below to purchase his books from Amazon.
Hi, my name is Ed and I’m an alcoholic. My story is a dark one. It’s not something I ever spoke about until recently. I have a lot of anger and hate buried deep inside which led me to become an alcoholic.
Here is my story:
I grew up poor in a small town south of Boston. On the outside, we seemed your typical American family but on the inside, we were far from it. For the most part, my father was in and out of the house. My mother would only put up with his shit for so long before kicking him out again. I wasn’t privy to their conversations but I assume she would let him back in because he promised to change. I think she did it because she needed the money for food and bills. We’d go days living off peanut butter and jelly (I ate so much of it as a kid I refuse to eat it as an adult). Going out to dinner, which hardly ever occurred, amounted to us walking to McDonalds. It wasn’t easy for my mom having two mouths to feed and not having a car. She constantly had to ask for rides to work and the grocery store. Just last year I found out that the car she finally did get had been given to her by the owner of the company she worked for when he learned of her situation.
Soon my father would be back to his old ways or she would catch him cheating again and he’d be out. I love my mom and she did the best she could for us. I will never blame her for what I endured at that man’s hands, for she endured it too.
My father was a big man. He was 6’4” and 300lbs. He was an evil man and I lived in constant fear of him. He was both verbally and physically abusive and some of the abuse could be classified as torture. For no apparent reason he would physically torture my sister and me. One minute we’d be walking down the hall or sitting in a chair and he’d come up behind us and clamp his baseball gloved sized hands over our mouth and nose. He’d pull us tight into his body or the back of the chair so we couldn’t struggle free. I still remember the grimy taste of his fingers as I tried to bite my way free. He would hold us there until we became weak and almost passed out. He would drop us to the floor and step over us as we lay there gasping for air. I’d awake in the middle of the night to him smothering me with a pillow. I’d flail and try to turn my head, but again I was too weak to match his strength. He used to pick me up by my feet and dangle me there until the blood rushed to my head and my face turned purple. We had a wood burning stove that we used for heat in the winter and he’d have me chop and stack firewood until 10:00pm or 11:00pm at night. He would come into my room and if my house keys were not on my nightstand next to my bed he would ground me to my bed for a month. He’d yell that he’d teach me to never lose my keys again. This stemmed from the second grade when I accidentally threw my keys out with my brown paper lunch bag (yup, peanut butter and jelly). If I got in trouble at school or brought home a poor grade I would get the belt and be forced to sit on my bed for weeks at a time as punishment. I could only leave my bed to go to the bathroom, eat and to school. The worst for me though was when he would borrow a friend’s boat. We would go so far out that we couldn’t see land. Once far enough out he’d grab me and throw me overboard. He would then move the boat and tell me to swim before the sharks got me. As I’d get close to the boat he’d move it further away. This would go on until I became exhausted. He eventually would pull me back into the boat. The fear of being left behind still brings a lump to my throat. I still remember the waves crashing over my face and watching the boat move further and further away. Such a lonely feeling. Also, the fear of being eaten by a shark has stuck with me all these years and I still don’t go in the ocean. I even pull my feet up when watching TV and a shark comes on.
Looking back, I remember riding the school bus and looking in other people’s windows of their houses as we drove by. I would imagine what it was like living in that house with different people. I’d imagine a fridge stocked full of food. I didn’t know if there was a pool out back but I’d imagine there was. I’d imagine living a normal life. I would sit on our couch and watch out the window as cars passed by and wonder where they were going. I’d imagine I was with them going on some journey to some place exciting. I’d imagine being anywhere to get away from where I was. I’ve always had an active imagination and my father would ask me what I was thinking about and I’d tell him. He would tell me that it was dumb or that I was stupid. I always wanted to do something with my imagination. I wanted to write books.
Finally, after years of abuse and adultery my mother left my father for good and divorced him. Six years later he passed away.
In my late teenage years, I found booze. I instantly fell in love. It was a way to shut my brain off. I was able to forget the horrible things that happened and I was finally able to sleep. Alcohol became my new best friend.
I had always been labeled a good guy who did the right thing. But when I drank an evil came out of me. Everything I pushed down slowly started rising to the surface. The more I drank, the more hatred was released. I had vowed to never be like my father, but when I drank I became verbally abusive like him.
I owe my wife for saving me. She put up with all my shit and stayed by my side. She was ready to leave if I didn’t get help. I had tried my hand at sobriety before and I had gone to AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) but I always found myself back to my worst best friend, the bottle. My wife had finally had enough and told me if I didn’t get help she and my daughter were gone. She didn’t want to live like that nor did she want our daughter exposed to it either. For the record, I never got violent. As my wife always said, I’d get “diarrhea of the mouth”. Whatever came out was usually hateful and hurtful. All that hatred I had suppressed would surface. I told her I would get help for her and my daughter. She told me not to bother unless I was doing it for myself. I let that settle in. Everywhere I went there was a problem. I finally accepted that I was the problem and I needed to deal with it.
When I got sober, my wife suggested I finally write that book I was always talking about. I told her my ideas and she encouraged me. I wasn’t used to that. I finally decided to go for it. I sat down and started to write the book I always wanted to write. I was raised Catholic and I've always been fascinated by stories of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. I knew someday I wanted to write a series about them. Looking back, I think I enjoyed those stories so much because the people in them were so much worse off than me. I could relate to living in Hell.
I sat down and started writing but it felt like I was missing something. I was trying to tell this story and using myself as the main character but again I was lying to myself. I had this drunk angry character but with no reason to be angry. I decided I would tell my story, my childhood and show why this character was so angry. So, I did and chapter 3 is my life in a nutshell. Even with telling my story it still felt like I was missing something.
Then one day sitting in my Sunday morning AA meeting it hit me. What if every character has some form of addiction to overcome as they try and survive the end of the world. At Gosnold and in the halls of AA I heard all about finding a higher power. For some it's God and for others it's whatever they deem important. For me, this is going to be one of my toughest struggles other than overcoming my addiction.
Now comes the tricky part. Finding a higher power. I was raised Catholic and I grew up believing in God. I started questioning my faith early on when I asked God for help dealing with my father and those prayers went unanswered. Later on in life I really started to question my faith when I started working as an E.M.T. in Boston. It was on the city streets that I saw the evils of the world perpetrated by people unto others. More times than not, drugs and alcohol were usually involved
For me, faith and trust are very similar. The one problem with both is that you are required to believe. Once that belief is gone, it is very hard to get it back.
I looked into publishing and self-publishing seemed the best for me. I jumped in with both feet and learned everything I could about the industry. Soon I had an editor and went through that whole process. Then I finally released my book first book, Addiction & Pestilence, in November of 2016.
I basically have the whole series laid out in my head but I’m not sure how certain things will go for certain characters. I’m hoping through this journey into my life, this journey through Hell, that I can find what I’m looking for through writing. I guess writing is my way of trying to find my place in the world. A way to have peace in my own head.
I'm not sure what I'll find. I do know that I have to take this trip into the unknown to rediscover myself, to heal myself, to find myself. I also know that I started at rock bottom, so the only way left is up. I hope others will join me as I venture down this dark road in search of the light at the end of the tunnel.
Remember, if you or a loved one have a problem with drugs or alcohol, there is no shame in asking for help. Addiction is a tough and lonely road, but it doesn’t have to be.
If you need help, please reach out.
National Helpline: SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services) 1-800-662-4357
To find an Alcoholics Anonymous near you please check: aa.org
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