a special birthday party, seeing your baby for the first time, an
intimate conversation, a first date, even something as little as
sitting around a dining room table with friends. This is the story of
the moments that stood out after I first laid eyes on Noah Gish. ~
gut. It was home. The place where I grew up, where I had fun, where I
had my friends, where life was as good as I knew it to be. Then I was
shipped off to a place that begins the story of how I fell in love,
just to screw everything up. ~ Noah Gish
have many unfinished books and some that have been published under a
different name. Why I chose to do this is because of my writing
growth and the differentiation in genre. I don’t want my future books
to be judged by the inexperience of my past writings. Though I love
those books, they came out of nowhere and it’s apparent in the
writings they were a first draft from someone with no experience.
painting, films, architecture, anything that is creation. There is
not much I don’t like; and if I don’t like it, I at least appreciate
the process that took place to create it. This is something
incorporated in all my books. I’ve known so many talented people, and
truly believe no one is without a talent. Everyone has something
ingrained in them; just naturally gives them the ability to create
new life in the form of art.
writing, I enjoy being out in nature, travelling, spending time with
family, and reading. I read everything, from contemporary to
paranormal, from historical romance to erotica, from history to
science. Learning is something very important to me. I really do
learn something new everyday, my brain storing so much useless to
life-saving information. My brain, the sponge.
“You seem like a different person,” I blurt out, instantly regretting it.
She doesn’t miss a beat, unfazed or unaware of my mood. “I feel like a different person.”
“It scares me.”
She looks at me in confusion, her brilliant smile wilting.
Am I that selfish that I have to bring her down when I am? That’s not right. I love her. I adore her so goddamn much. I should be able to smile through someone ripping my guts out, holding a gun to my head, gasping my last breath, just so she doesn’t hurt.