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So To Speak

I can’t write anymore. I hire an editor. She recommends a therapist.

I arrive at the front desk. I share a recent dream in which I tell a stranger nobody understands what I’m trying to say. The stranger agrees but this resolves nothing.

The receptionist says she’s not a therapist. She will be with me in a moment. I give her my number and a cup of water. She looks thirsty. I’m talking about the receptionist. I am told in no uncertain terms to keep my voice down.

I author a book from front to back in a waiting room. I quit dreaming.

I tell a stranger I’m vulnerable. I don’t recommend announcing this in a dark alley after midnight. Or on a first date if you’re into meeting people. A blog is fine. I’m done with books.

I am vulnerable. I write books nobody reads. Books nobody bothered to write but me. Nobody understands what I’m trying to write. Books aren’t blogs aren’t dreams. I fire my editor. This resolves nothing.

I enter a stranger’s dream and say nobody understands what it’s like to tell people on the internet you’re vulnerable. He’s angry with me. I bite my tongue. He throws his voice.

Books are for dummies.

I buy a book on Amazon. I date a receptionist.

Books are finished.

A stranger tells his therapist in my dream I don’t understand what I’m trying to say. I agree and this resolves everything. I decide to write cryptic blogs to throw off people on the internet.

I fuck my editor in a dark alley. She says I’m a bad writer. Repeat after me. I’m a bad rider.

I take back my book. Every word.

I write down everything I’m trying to say. I quit therapy because I’m too smart for this shit.

I am dumber than a blog post.

Somebody buys my book and it arrives by drone.

I am thirsty. An author waiting for my therapist tells me he can’t write any more.

I ask him to elaborate. This adds words to the universe. Words aren’t people aren’t drones. I see right through the universe. My book drops. Nobody picks it up.

A stranger will see me now. My therapist asks me to elaborate at the same time I ask her to elaborate. She doesn’t get paid to analyze dreams.

I ask my therapist for water. She gives me a voice. I’ve already got her number. So to speak.

She says I am valuable. Repeat after me. I am vulnerable.

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Buy Nervous Lethargy Now

Buy my second book here.

Thank you to everyone who supports my writing. This was a fun process. Here is the Amazon product description:

“Poetry is the language of language.” So writes Charles B. Snoad in the introduction to Nervous Lethargy, a collection of poetry obsessed with the power of words. Snoad asks difficult questions about the nature of truth, the existence of God, the joys and frustrations of desire and falling in love, and the persistence of anxiety in today’s technology-driven global society. The highly sensitive, self-aware speakers in these poems take readers on an existential journey through tragedy, hope, and longing—attuned to the beauty and absurdity of modern life. That feeling when your head spins so fast you can’t get out of bed—this is Nervous Lethargy.

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Nervous Lethargy: Second Proof

My proof copy of Nervous Lethargy arrived the other day. It looks great, but I did make some changes. A second proof copy should ship today. Hopefully, I can go live next week.

The low-resolution image I was worried about looks fine. The spine displays the title and my name fine. Many of the changes I made were minor: some words needed hyphens; a word originally written as two words is actually one. I made a few capitalization errors.

There were two big issues I’ve now fixed. First, a word on the back cover was misspelled. My bad. Second, I wasn’t thrilled with the original pagination. In the first proof I started the first page of the introduction as Page 13, because there are 12 pages of front material. Now the 12 pages of front material have Roman numerals and page one of the introduction is Page 1. Honestly, the pagination process occupied a lot of my time, mostly because I want things to look right, even though the previous format is not wrong, just less common than including Roman numerals.

I must have read the whole book a thousand times. I’m sure next month or a year from now I’ll find something I could’ve changed, but overall I’m proud of my effort. At some point I have to let the book go and trust that I’ve done my best. We’re now one big step closer to the release.

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Nervous Lethargy Update

Making tons of progress on Nervous Lethargy. Been a (mostly) fun process. Will keep plugging along. Peace.

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Second Book In The Works

I am happy to announce that I have begun writing my second book. Last year I self-published The Intimacy of Communication: A Spiritual Encounter via CreateSpace, and I am using CreateSpace for book number two.

Nervous Lethargy is a collection of poetry from 2000 through today. Some of the poems have appeared here on Sharp Left Turns, but many have not. Still determining what to include and how to arrange them.

I’m excited about the process, and I want to thank my brother Tom Trebswether for “strongly suggesting” I publish a book of poems. More info to follow as I move through the process.

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The Intimacy Of Communication

My book, The Intimacy of Communication: A Spiritual Encounter, is now available for purchase via Amazon and the CreateSpace store. I may add a Kindle version too, but that’s still a work in progress. Direct links to purchase my book:

amazon.com

createspace.com

I’m sure many of my readers are familiar with ordering books on Amazon. Besides clicking the first link above, you can go to amazon.com and type “charles b snoad” in the search box and up pops my book.

Besides clicking the second link above, to order via createspace.com switch from “site” to “store” and type “charles b snoad” in the search box and up pops my book.

This has been an amazing process. CreateSpace, an Amazon company, makes self-publishing easy. You don’t have to spend a fortune to set up your book, unless you opt for their “professional services,” which I didn’t need. I highly recommend CreateSpace.

Below is the full book description, followed by my author bio. Thanks for your support. If you like the book, please consider writing a review on Amazon. Hope you enjoy it!

Is there space for intimacy in a hyper-connected world? Charles B. Snoad employs the wisdom of French philosopher/provocateur Jean Baudrillard in a spiritual quest for meaning in the Digital Age. Fighting against rampant consumerism and a cultural imperative that everyone must text, Tweet and overshare on social media, Snoad argues for authentic communication, or fully present, device-free conversation. In the process, he also seeks to understand his twenty-year battle with depression. If depressed people pose a threat to corporate values like rationalization, organization and flexibility, does depression carry with its suffering a temporary path to freedom? By sharing his story, Snoad hopes to break the stigma surrounding mental illness. Personal essays in this collection cover wide-ranging topics in philosophy, psychology, politics, religion, media studies, sociology and critical theory. The book concludes with thoughts on the power of forgiveness to transform our souls in the wake of social, political and personal traumas. This is a text with depth no instant message can convey. To follow along, the author recommends we silence our phones.

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Charles B. Snoad is a summa cum laude graduate of Elmhurst College with a BA in English. At Elmhurst he won multiple poetry and short story awards, and served as opinion columnist for the school newspaper, The Leader. He discovered French philosophy shortly after college and quickly fell in love with the works of Jean Baudrillard, his intellectual hero. Snoad lives in Wheeling, IL, and works as a writing tutor and copy editor. He’s maintained his blog Sharp Left Turns since 2008.

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There’s been a delay in getting the book published. I have started working on a new chapter that adds a wealth of meaning to the whole project. In the meantime, here is an excerpt from the introduction regarding one of my main reasons for writing the book:

“Depression is a spiritual affliction. A dis-ease of the soul. Medication and therapy are part of a dynamic, lifelong healing process that also requires patience and surrendering control. Recovery is a moment-to-moment battle, and I commend survivors with wounds both seen and unseen for continuing to fight. I hope my story helps break the stigma surrounding mental illness and encourages others to speak their truths.”

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