I Keep A Daily Journal Of Whatever

So This Was What It Felt Like To Lose Yourself. Again. To Let Go Of Your Future And Let It Rise Up And Up Until Finally You Couldn't See It Anymore, And You Knew That You Had To Start Over.

I Think At A Certain Point The Book Develops A Certain Weight, Or Pressure. You've Been Pushing The Rock Up The Hill For A Long Time And Then It Starts To Roll And Things Do Start To Come Together In The Last Two Thirds.

The Thing That Grounds You, And The Thing That Really Gives You A Sense Of Wholeness, Is Your Family, Friends And Your Community. Those Are The Things That Can Mirror Back To You What You're Experiencing, And Can Affirm To You That The Stories You Are Telling Are True.

I've Been Reading Peter Straub Since I Was A Teenager, And His Work Is Hardwired Into My Brain. A Dark Matter Contains Echoes Of All That Has Been Great About Straub's Previous Work And Builds Upon It. This Rashomon-like Tale Is As Spooky And Frightening As Anything He Has Written, But It's Also An Intense And Moving Celebration Of Love. Out Of The Darkness Comes, Ultimately, A Surprising And Haunting Sense Of Joy.

My Main Reader Was My Wife Sheila, And I Haven't Written A Lot Since She Died.