I am a fifty three year old father of three. Diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder late in life I have struggled at times with the road on which I tread. I have a real passion for writing, I may not be very good at it but this will never stop me.
The Virus. Chapters one and two.
Chapter one. Boots, booze, and bullshit.
I do not gush.
I do not gush, what I mean to say is, I am not one for voicing my issues. I see it daily, whether on social media or the street. People are confident enough to express the way their emotions, be it anger, love, or sadness. Not me, I am a private person. I believe nobody would want to hear my nonsense, or my thoughts should remain shrouded behind a plethora of prescribed drugs. Who knows.
Excerpt One. Realisation without regret. When did I realise something about who I am was different?
Elsa May Green. Chapters sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen.
Chapter Sixteen. Sailing sister's
Elsa May Green. Chapters twenty- two, twenty-three, and last Chapter.
Chapter Twenty-two. The birthday boy.
Elsa May Green. Chapters ninteen, twenty, and twenty-one.
Chapter nineteen. September 24th, 2007.
Elsa May Green. Chapters thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen.
Chapter Thirteen. Trouble at mill. Market square bustled with eager consumers hoping to get their hands on a bargain as I pushed my way through the hoards of vultures turned the corner onto Tavern street. Finally, I reached my chosen destination and entered the King’s head. The bar had already filled, and seating was scarce. I noticed that our usual table now played host to a bunch of college students and their technological regalia.
Elsa May Green. Chapters ten, eleven, and twelve.
Chapter Ten. Devilish dreams.