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Author Interview at House Millar

Author interview at House Millar: http://apmassie.com/ebook-tour-interview-with-marcus-lopes-author-of-freestyle-love/#more-2497, today's stop on the Freestyle Love Virtual Book Tour.

Stop #2 on the Freestyle Love VBT

Sash's Secrets: http://sashssecrets.blogspot.ca/?zx=10d868906d1a3cd2. Today's stop on the Freestyle Love Virtual Book Tour, Version 2.0. Check it out and read an excerpt.

Freestyle Love Virtual Book Tour, Version 2.0

The Freestyle Love Virtual Book Tour (VBT) begins today!
For interview dates, or to read an excerpt, check out: http://cblspromotions.blogspot.ca/2012/07/vbt-freestyle-love-by-marcus-lopes.html.
Reading with Holly is the first stop of the tour. Check out my author interview here: http://reading-withholly.blogspot.ca/.

Faith(fulness)

I like to believe that everything happens for a reason. So when a friend of mine called last Friday night with an invitation to go camping, I said, “Yes.” I felt like I needed a break, that I needed to do something different. I’m not an avid camper, but camping is an activity that puts me way, way out of my comfort zone. It grounds me because it is a “simple” life. You live with the basics, although camping has become much more sophisticated since I was a child. And I was thankful that, on th...

Breaking the Silence

I have been “quiet” for the past couple of weeks. No blog posts. Limited tweeting. Minimal Facebook activity. There are times in life, in my life, when it is necessaryto, in a way, cut the cord —disconnect from society, change up my routine. For me, it is a good way to get back to myself and hear myself think.
There have been times in the last year when I have mused “publicly” (on social media) about whether or not I will stay in Sherbrooke, whether this is home. And like the ebb and flow of t...

De l'espoir

Plus ça change, plus ça fait rien … L’espoir va et vient comme la nuit déplace le jour. Je veux que l’espoir devienne mon compagnon de vie, qu’on purge ensemble une peine de durée illimitée.
Samedi dernier (le 26 mai) était un beau jour ensoleillé. J’allai au parc du Mont Orford pour faire une randonnée pédestre. Avant de commencer la montée, je regardai vers le sommet. Je soupirai. Je me demandais si j’étais vraiment prêt à monter au sommet, situé à une altitude de 850 mètres. Etant donné qu...

A Thing Called Hope

Things change. Things stay the same. Hope comes and goes as the night folds into day. I try my best to hang on to hope, to let her rule me. Sometimes that’s easy, sometimes it’s not. On this day [Saturday, 26 May 2012], hanging on to hope feels easy.
With the warm May sun beaming into my eyes, I set off that morning for a hike. Standing at the bottom of Mont Orford, I looked up at my destination and wondered if I was really ready to make my way up to the summit, situated at an altitude of 850...

Then and Now

This time I saw him coming. But that didn’t make a difference. By the time I thought to get out of his way it was too late. One quick, well-timed sucker punch and I was down for the count.
I’m talking about my recent rendezvous with depression. It sounds romantic when it has been anything but. It has been a terrifying and fantastic journey through ever-changing moods. Shackled in despair and longing to be free: those moments of indescribable panic when my hands shake uncontrollably, the consta...

Encore: I Know This Much Is True

Originally published back in early March 2012 as a guest blog during the Freestyle Love Virtual Book Tour, I needed to hear this advice again in recent days so I've decided to share this blog post one final time. Lately I've been struggling with how to move forward in my writing, in my painting ... in my life. I'm looking for the next right thing to do. On many fronts I am feeling discouraged, but I'm doing my best not to let discouragement win the day.
I Know This Much Is True
The author of...

Running Through the Pain

Last Thursday (19 April 2012) I went for a run. It was a bright and warm day, and when I left the house I thought I’d simply put in a short, 30-minute run as a warm-up since I hadn’t run for two days. When I returned home ninety minutes and twelve kilometres later, I knew that I would be sore the next day. It was my first “long-distance” run of the season and I hadn’t really built up to it. And, five days later, here I am still feeling the pain.
Today I tried running through the pain, and that...