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Sessions Book Trailer...

Would you sacrifice your soul to see into the mind of a serial killer for seven days? Justice will be served, but never before like this. Sessions, a mind-bending psychological noir, delves into the minds of two women as they go head-to-head in seven therapy sessions, taking the terms “treatment” and “killer” and flipping them on their heads. Is there a real life family connection to the killer’s evil?
And if she has never been caught, is there someone infamous in her life who has? The "Entity" marks its territory through the pastoral environs of Vermont; Mount Mansfield, a Burlington art gallery, a sugar maple farm and inside the psychiatrist’s office, housed within a majestic Victorian mansion eerily familiar to more than one soul. This is not a police procedural, my friends...


Are you game to be a fly on this therapy wall?
Well, have a seat in the waiting room, won't you? Your Sessions are about to begin…
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Solo Struggle to Quiet Satisfaction...

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Satisfaction in a job well done, that is... 

A decent tale, a smart delivery, the right format...and it's off to the world to be read. Your finished literary masterpiece. Your soul exposed in the written word.

To be judged, yes, of course, but also to be appreciated, one hopes, the author holding faith that a stout and strong fantasy bubble floated aloft for the reader that would not break 'til the words, The End.

It's really all a writer can hope for... 

All the months, sometimes years, of research and editing, the same being said for characters endlessly haunting, for pivotal scenes e'er repeating in one's mind...all that seasoning is a solo endeavour. It has to be. However disquieting, traumatizing, thought-provoking the work is, the scribe prays for even a modicum of that human experience to wash over the devourer of her tale, and that a silent tremor be felt in her reader’s heart, if even for a while.

And then on to the next...from the figurative rape of Nanking to the romance of the century. 

Writers must wash their dirty laundry in public.

The blood, sweat and tear stains from the former work have to be mentally white washed in order to dish dirt anew. It's an onerous and exhausting task but must be done in order to write forward, as write forward we writers must.

A silent, solo struggle.

Yes, satisfaction is felt from those who enjoyed the work. Writers get to smile and experience that all-knowing, unspoken communiqué, writer-to-reader, and for a moment, souls touch—what I believe may be the true quest of an artist. Alas, the join will break, and the wordsmith must return alone to her cerebral lair. There is another path to walk, new characters to meet, new obstacles to overcome and new lessons to be learned.

Thinking, reliving, digesting, reducing, presenting...hoping for that all-too rare human touch.

No wonder I pray for Cocktail Hour...



B J's Bookshelf...

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
The Hobbit
The Joy Luck Club
All the King's Men
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Mansfield Park
Faust: First Part
The Catcher in the Rye
Islands in the Stream
And the Sea Will Tell
Animal Farm
Charlotte's Web
Sophie's Choice
Angela's Ashes
Memoirs of a Geisha
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
The Secret Man: The Story of Watergate's Deep Throat
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
The Hunt for Red October

B. J. Thomspon's favorite books »

B J's Literary Heros ~ Ernest Hemingway ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~ James A. Michener ~ Herman Wouk ~ James Jones ~ Vincent Bugliosi

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