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fading
     

fading

by m m smits
 
How many times would you fix something until you finally gave up and quit? What if what you were giving up on was you own body? Or it was already a replacement body? Would you keep repairing it?

Matt and Sandy have completely different answers to this same question, but Matt isn't convinced Sandy's able to actually answer it honestly.

"fading" is the third and

Overview

How many times would you fix something until you finally gave up and quit? What if what you were giving up on was you own body? Or it was already a replacement body? Would you keep repairing it?

Matt and Sandy have completely different answers to this same question, but Matt isn't convinced Sandy's able to actually answer it honestly.

"fading" is the third and final book in a series of three about life and love, death and birth, soul and spirit.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781490379692
Publisher:
CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:
06/06/2013
Pages:
180
Product dimensions:
5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.38(d)

Meet the Author

As a kid, I always wanted to write. But first there were roller skates, then there was school, there there was the bar and then there were girls. Yes, in that order: I was born and grew up in The Netherlands. I once tried to write a story when I was in my teens - a Part II to the movie Space Camp. I think I was just in love with Lea Thompson. I didn't get very far past the first page.

I never thought of writing again, at least not until about 10 years ago. I was far too busy with work, life, model trains, and building computers. But then something happened. At the age of 59, my mom had a stroke and passed away. My dad had Altzheimer's and he had to be moved into a full time care facility. Two years later, at the age of 69, he too passed away. What really triggered my writing was the enormous amount of anger I felt. Not anger over their deaths. No, that was sadness. The anger I felt was because I did not get visited by their ghosts. I did not see them standing at the foot of my bed. I did not get any signs from them. In other words, they were simply gone.

I tried to keep my emotions bottled up, but that didn't work quite so well. I knew I had to get them out. In the middle of one winter, I wrote a brief poem about how everyone else sees beautiful white snow and all I saw was grey, dirty slush, and that made me realize that I actually felt better if I just wrote things down. So, about 7 years ago, I started writing a novel. The idea was never to publish, but instead it was simply a way for me to, anonymously, get my thoughts on paper. And out of my head. That book took me about 5 years to write and eventually became "undying". My second book, "crossing", deals with a lot of the issues that are the result of depression, including the fact that depression is often not the result of a depressing life. My third book, "fading", deals with my fear of death.

I am not writing books to make a living, although, of course, I would love to be a full-time author. I have many other books I still want to write ("The Yellow Shirts", "Two Lakes" and a series of procedural mystery books), but for now I'll just have to write when I'm not at work, hanging out with my wife and early-teen son, dog and cats, riding my bike, sailing my kayak or doing a million other things that are part of life. for now, all I'm looking for is honest feedback.

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