“My father deprived me of any truths about himself. He died without ever letting me know who he truly was. I only knew his facades, basically. And it breaks my heart that he never trusted me enough to tell me the truth.” KnowsHeartEnoughFatherBreakMy HeartDiedTrustedDeprivedNever TrustFacadeBreaking My HeartTell Me The Truth Author:Joshua Mohr
“It's a beautiful aspect of narrative construction, hunting for the right images and metaphors to render our character's hearts/minds/souls as though they're ecosystems, full-fledged settings for a reader to inhabit like a place.” MindHeartSoulCharacterBeautifulReaderAspectMetaphorSettingSettingsNarrativeConstructionHuntingEcosystems Author:Joshua Mohr
“Yes, things happened to me - brutal things - but I'm not going to give them so much clout by dwelling on them, empowering them to haunt my heart years after the events transpired. And no good comes from that. These ghosts don't need us to help them stay alive. If we're after real deal healing, these ghosts must desiccate.” IfsNeedsGivingYearsHeartRealHelpingDealsHealingAliveHappenedEventsMy HeartThings HappenGhostEmpoweringBrutalDwellingStaying AliveClout Author:Joshua Mohr
“It takes a lot of time to be a good junkie or alcoholic - you spend hours getting the necessary supplies, then imbibing, then recovering, rinse and repeat. That's like eighteen hours of a day. And assuming you get out of that lifestyle before it macerates your heart, you have that Junkie Tunnel Vision, except now you get to use it for something positive: you know how to work tirelessly for one thing. Instead of using that tunnel vision to get high, I use it to make art.” KnowsHeartArtUseHoursVisionKnow HowOne ThingAssumingLifestyleRepeatsAlcoholicsTunnelsEighteenSuppliesJunkieGetting HighRecoveringTunnel VisionImbibing Author:Joshua Mohr
