the rough chronicles of bipolar romance is finally here.
As an artist you take on certain responsibilities financially, mentally and creatively. Personally this book drained every one of those wells to nothing, helping to leave me in a hospital bed [no shit] on life support and hoping it would all work out.
It has.
With the release of this book I can say it has. Even if it sells a million copies. Even if it sells two. [I'm shooting for ten.] When I lost my notion of what a writer “should be” and how they should be presented, when I decided that going in house was an actual possibility, when I realized that my professors were likely right – I was never going to get a traditional book deal proper, that’s when it worked out. Because I gave up, took a chance and gave it a name: The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance.
The guts of The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance.
From my very first publication in Papyrus to my first official contract with the Great American Poetry Show every bit of work that led me where I am today is featured in this book. Don’t want to hunt down copies of journals you don’t care about or ones that are out of print? Now you don’t have to. The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance is a three year journey from college, to the road, to shows, to being homeless, addicted and back again. It’s the tale and twisted emotions that happen when you fall in love with a muse, a boy, a girl or yourself. It’s the ups and downs, the loves and lusts, drugs, lefts, rights and all alones.
At Gossip [&] the Devil I’ve read the riot act on supporting the arts and the idea that the humanities cannot die unless we let them, unless we STOP creating. This will never happen. There will always be artists, outcasts, those with that calling for which they’ll be blacklisted for life. It’s the INTEREST. We have to WANT to read poetry, classic and current literature, go to museums, paint pictures, participate in school music programs, pay to see live shows and take photographs to capture that micro-moment that would have otherwise been lost.
I won’t get into the full story of The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance. So many people say “have you heard the one about the struggling artist?” and so many respond with “next.” But they ARE unique stories, MINE is a unique story just as YOURS will be too. This is why I ask you to at least read this review, my very first book review for my very first chapbook, my life blood, more than the shirts, oils, jewelry, glamour, jetsetting, pills, brown eyed boys or twittering piano players. This is the culmination of all that.
Editor for Troubadour 21, W. B. Burkholder’s review of The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance
G[&]D has been live less than a year and it’s already amassed a following stronger than I could have ever imagined. From the UK to Germany, to California to New York I’ve had people write and tell me “thank you” for doing what I do. As an artist that’s what you work for. I’ve had people stop me at shows to tell me they loved my work. I never imagined something like this could happen and yet, here it is, the result of lots of hard work and heartache on both my end and yours, for I don’t believe you can enjoy anything I write without knowing what a bit of heartache feels like. It’s the hope it’ll pass that separates us from those that wallow in their black holes. We have faith the arts will adopt us and accept us into it’s womb of knowledge and comfort, a place where we can feel safe. Never forget, We are Modern Orphans.
Visiting countries to Gossip (&) the Devil so far.
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