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A few people that got to know me well always said there was this dark angry side to me. The ones that didn't know me so well didn't see it until they crossed that far off line they pushed me to then fire and brimstone raised hard and vicious.
I always knew it was there but kept it in check and pretended it didn't exist. Without thinking until my tenth novel did I realize that all of the hurt and pain I'd received even in childhood was being written about by me with a rage that was really out of control.
Silently for years there was a rage inside me towards injustice that seemed to be confusing and taunting me. There was an underlying anger building inside me that festered and sat on low boil until it started to erupt when faced with the reality of life and death in
"Day of the Dogs"
I hope that everyone gets to see and feel what I felt. Come to grips with the pain of reality and in their own way fight back until their dying breath.
Robert L. Conley
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 Robert L. Conley
It all started in 1984; a feral pack of dogs, my John Wayne Moment and a twenty five page short story that began my real life. What I was supposed to do with it instead of what I was doing. Narratives to other doctors and lawyers came first with, out of the box flare, I hoped.
Retirement came from my first life. I purchased my first laptop and I began to write. A daunting task. It was one thing to write a two or three page narrative or a twenty five page short story; it was another to write a three hundred page novel. I turned to the only thing I really know and that was “Day Of The Dogs”. |
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