I have dyslexia, diagnosed at the age of nine with two separate forms. Reading was incredibly difficult, but I learned to adapt. And I refuse to let it label me as something I’m not.
When people learn that I have dyslexia, it often comes as a bit of surprise. I am a writer and a professional editor, after all. I spend a lot of time behind the computer or with my nose stuck in a book. So, it’s not totally out of the realm of possibility that someone would question my career choice when they hear the truth about my history.
There is still a lot of negative stigma surrounding dyslexia, but what people don’t realize is that the majority of the people on the planet have one form or another of dyslexia—but they just don’t know it.
For most people, their form is so weak that they were able to easily compensate. However, for approximately 15% of American children , for 30 to 50% of prisoners around the world , the dyslexic forms are severe enough to cause significant issues.
Today, a friend of mine, Beth Beamish, is releasing a book about what it’s like to be a parent of a dyslexic child, with practical advice on how parents can help their children through this.
Dyslexia is not a disease. It’s just a different way of seeing the world.
To help Beth Beamish spread the word about her book, I thought it might be a good idea to share my own story, highlighting that having dyslexia doesn’t stop you from following your dreams, whatever those dreams might be.
I will admit that I have a morbid interest in crime. My brain is happy to think about what nasty things that bad guys can get up to. As a fiction writer, that is not only going to be bad, it’s going to lean towards pure evil—then take it one step further.
My stories are primarily set in the US, which means I have to spend a significant amount of time getting my head around various aspects of US law and police procedures. With there being differences between federal, state, and country (sometimes even city), it can seriously do the head in.
But the joys of being a fiction writer, I only need to be plausible. Not everything I read about US law will make its way into one of my manuscripts, but some readers might be interested in learning about the technological aspects of US law that I uncovered.
Today, it’s the little quirk associated with looking at an arrestee’s smartphone.
Have you ever been in a situation where you have given your opinion on something based on your knowledge and expertise only to be shot down by one ignorant fool? Have you ever had that experience on social media? And have you ever found that when you chose to ignore the ignorant fool on social media that they kept coming after you—attacking your character? And, to top off the whole experience, did you need a friend to step in and handle it, for fear that you would just explode on public channels?
I would be surprised if I encountered anyone savvy with the social media world who hasn’t experience the troll attack at least once. It seems like a rite of passage to the internet world. For the most part, we’re able to ignore the trolls, because they’re after some strange definition of self-gratification, enjoying taking everyone else down into the dark hole of hell. But what if the troll is actually a stranger that we have openly let into our lives, influencing us?
On December 27, 2017, I started penning my crime thriller where a writer encounters a sinister website that leads to a game of cat-and-mouse with a serial killer. The idea was bouncing around in my head for two full years before I eventually started writing anything. All I had was the opening scene and the closing scene. Now, for obvious reasons, I have so much more. However, as part of writing this novel, I’ve had to do extensive research into how Atlanta PD does things, how they’re structured, as well as getting my head around some interesting aspects of US law and criminal investigations. It’s been a testimonial to my […]
Every year, I hear someone complaining about how Easter is too late, or Easter is too early. And the number of people that complain about how Easter can’t seem to have a fixed date… Every year, I respond to these complaints in the same fashion.
“You do know how Easter is calculated, don’t you?”
The blank stares are borderline hilarious.
Easter is always the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox.
(Okay, the Spring Equinox for the Northern Hemisphere.) It’s a simple calculation really, or at least one would assume so, until they discover the truth behind the equation. While the description appears to be one based on astronomical events, it’s really not.
For many of us, getting the driver’s license was a rite of passage. We were counting the days, possibly even minutes, until we were old enough to put in the application and sit that first test. The first time behind the wheel, we bunny hopped down the road, tires squealed, and we flew forward as we put the brake on a little hard. (And in my case, I gave my mother a heart attack and her first gray hair.) When we passed our practicals, it was party time and driving down to our favorite haunts to show off the piece of paper.
However, something has changed. While we were biting on the bit to get our driver’s license, the current generation of youth don’t seem to care.
Who are these children? What am I missing that is the secret to this apathy from the next generation?