Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Intentional Dissonance means to be confusing on purpose.

“Awe.

It’s a feeling he misses. He made lists of things he wanted to feel when he was younger, big things, small things, ice, snow, the sand at the beach, someone else’s hands holding his, feeling him feeling them, a feedback loop of feelings, which is what happens when two people make love. He wanted to feel things that made him feel safe and scared and things that ripped his heart out of his chest, things that made him want to go home and things that made him want to travel, things that made him proud and things that made him regret his choices and he, like all people, slowly ticked these things off the list in his head as he lived, as the world turned until soon, there were very few things left to feel.
He believed the last thing he would feel, would be nothing, as that was nearly impossible to feel unless you were dead or hadn’t been born yet. He wondered what it’d be like to not be able to wonder.”

- Intentional Dissonance


Dear You,

On the surface, Intentional Dissonance is dystopian science fiction book about Jon Salt, a young man obsessed with a drug called Sadness, which is the kind of drug you take if you live in a world that forces you to feel nothing. More than this, it’s a book I wrote about my own struggle with depression.

One of my greatest personal challenges has been to overcome a story I’ve told myself from an early age, that my depression is an important part of my identity and more importantly, my creativity. It’s a story I believe many creative people tell themselves - that their pain is an engine and the driving force behind what they make.

In hindsight, I wrote this book as a way to talk about that idea.

After the book was published, things got worse and in 2013, I stopped writing almost all together because I felt like if I wanted to write, I needed to be in pain and the two things became the same thing. So I stopped because I didn’t know who I was if I wasn’t a writer and some part of me knew that what I was doing wasn’t healthy.

A good friend that I later married, and today I have a beautiful daughter with her, convinced me to look for help and I started going to therapy and slowly but surely, I came back to me and I started to see things as I believe they really are.

If you are a creative person, and I believe that everyone is creative, then you should know this - your talent is not your pain. Your talent is your talent. We romance the idea of the tortured creative person because it’s intriguing but while sadness and depression can be productive emotions, I can honestly tell you that the most resonant, beautiful things I’ve ever written have come from a healthy place.

While the chronically depressed, obsessive poet hiding behind a mask might sound intriguing, and this does seem to be what can best be described as a marketing strategy by some of my contemporaries, it is not healthy space for the reader or the writer to stay in. If you art isn’t helping you move through what you’re feeling, then make different art.

Or at least, that’s my philosophy.

Intentional Dissonance is only 99c in December on Kindle (click here).

If you read it, let me know what you think. I hope you’re well and I send you my best.

- Iain S. Thomas

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

I Wrote This For You, Wherever You Are



We have some incredibly exciting news.

The I Wrote This For You books are now being published by Andrews McMeel, the same publisher as Rupi Kaur, Lang Leav, Amanda Lovelace and many, many more incredible poets. This means that I Wrote This For You, I Wrote This For You And Only You, I Wrote This For You: Just The Words and I Wrote This For You: 2007 – 2017 will all be available in more places across the globe. I have it on good authority that even here, on the tip of Africa where I live, stores have already ordered in excess of 2000 copies. That means that whether you’re in the Philippines, or England, or anywhere else, it should soon be easier than ever to find these books, for yourself or for a friend. I’d like to thank Kirsty, Allison, Holly and everyone else at Andrews McMeel for their hard work in putting this all together. You should also keep in mind that if you do manage to find an I Wrote This For You book with Central Avenue down the side, that’s about to become a collector’s item. Michelle and the team there helped us get to where we are today and I am forever thankful for her hard work and dedication.

 I can’t wait for you to see the new books, thank you for reading and for being you,

 Me.

Friday, September 7, 2018

Listen To The Kindest Voice In Your Head

We're busy working on several different things right now that don't allow us to update the blog regularly, so I'll be posting some of the letters that I send to my email list every now and again. 

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Dear You, 

I just wanted to let you you to know that today, there will be difficult things to do but I also want you to know that you'll get through them. And I want you to know that there is not a single difficult thing that you’ve faced in your life so far that has stopped you from getting to this point. You have overcome worse and for that, I salute you. 

How do I know?

Well you’re reading this, and so I assume certain things about you. I assume you will find a pen with ink in it when you need it. I assume that some ridiculously stupid piece of admin will frustrate you almost to the point (or past the point) of tears but you will persist and even if you don’t actually get the thing done, you will move the boulder forward just a little bit, which is the only way boulders move. I know you’ll try again tomorrow. 

Get enough sleep tonight so you can do that and throughout your day remember: 

I make myself of me. And I listen to the best parts of me, and to the kindest voice in my head. 

As a way to say thank you for giving me some of your time, below is a link to a small book I put together called Two Words.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/yh5ep3ymwtf7bxe/TWO%20WORDS.pdf?dl=0​

Each page is only two words long. There are 50 pages. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, share this email with a friend and encourage them to sign up for more like it, here. 

Your kindness is the reason I get to do what I do. Thank you.

And thank you for your time, 

Me 
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Tuesday, July 24, 2018

The Impossible Flower

Love the unlovable. 

Climb the unclimbable.

Defeat the undefeatable. 

Break the unbreakable. 

Become the you they said you could never be. 

Every single day, wake up and find the thing that cannot be done, and do it.


Wednesday, June 20, 2018

The Dark At The End Of Everything


You are alone now and the curtains are drawn and the sun is shining outside and you will not see it for days.

You are alone now and trying to be stronger than you have any right to be.

You are alone now and waiting for the moment when even though you are alone, you do not feel it as much.

You are alone now and looking for a way through the grass and the reeds and the ghosts and the sound of the crickets and the sight of me leaving.

You are alone now and haunted by the past and what was and what could be.

You are alone now and wondering where the time went and who it went with.

You are alone now and your fingers are alone and your breath is alone and now you can get everything you wanted to do done and tick everything off the magic list you said you had, the one you said will eventually make you happy.

You are alone now and trying to define the exact moments you miss, the slow movement of someone else’s hand across your skin that you keep coming back to.

You are alone now and your hand touches empty air when you move it, to remember.

You are alone now and now you can do everything you couldn’t do with me, except be with me. 

Because I am alone now, too.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

The Light Through Rafters

You are worth fighting for, and if you must fight for yourself and what makes you, you - then fight.

Fight with everything you have.

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Monday, June 18, 2018

The Holding Of One's Breath

There you are, washing dishes at the party, like you live there, trying to act like you belong somewhere you don’t.

There you are, taking your phone out, looking at an empty screen, just so you don’t have to look at anyone else.

There you are, holding your breath until your face turns blue for no other reason than to show you can. 

There you are, alone, and yet bigger than the sea.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

The Death Of The Difficult Thing

Do the difficult thing.

Not the easy thing.

The easy thing will let you live but the difficult thing will kill you, unless you kill it first.

Find where the difficult thing hides, in its difficult cave, in the difficult dark.

Then take your knife, and stab it, in its stupid, difficult heart.*

Now paint your face in difficult blood.

Walk out into the light after the long, difficult night, and show the world what horrible damage you have done.

Let them fear you.

You are the difficult killer.




*Get out of bed. Take care of yourself. Write one sentence. Write the sentence after that. Talk to someone. Go to the thing you said you'd go to. Avoid doing the thing you said you wouldn't. Open the curtains. Go to bed when you planned to. Forgive people who don't deserve to be forgiven and then forget them. Look in-between the cracks to find the reasons why you are. Eat. Eat alone in public spaces if you need to. Let go of what you need to let go of. Get on the train. Answer/avoid your emails. Do just one thing that moves you closer to being the person you want to be.

Friday, May 11, 2018

The Smoke On The Horizon

Did you think I would hurt forever?

This is what survival looks like.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Los Angeles



Los Angeles! Tonight! 7:30pm at The Last Book Store! Come and sign my book! 

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Finale Dates And Times

Click here for the exact dates and times.

Monday, March 26, 2018

2018 North American Tour Dates

These are all the dates and places I’ll be in America over the next 3 months - We still do not have venues unfortunately for several cities, if you’re reading this and you know a book store, university, or elsewhere that could use the business and could host all of us for a few hours on the dates indicated, email my publisher on michelle@centralavenuepublishing.com or me at pleasefindthis@gmail.com - Los Angeles, Portland, Seattle, Detroit, Boston, Portland ME.


DALLAS 
Books-A-Million 7pm 20 April 3000 Grapevine Mills Pkwy #408, Grapevine, TX 

HOUSTON 
Books-A-Million 2pm 22 April 5000 Katy Mills Cir #221, Katy, TX 

 LOS ANGELES 
 Unconfirmed 25-29 April 

PORTLAND 
Unconfirmed 6-8 May 

SEATTLE Unconfirmed 10-13 May 

VANCOUVER 
Indigo 7pm 15 May 4700 Kingsway, Burnaby, BC 

CHICAGO 
Books-A-Million 7pm 18 May Naperville IL 2nd & Charles 

Volumes Bookcafe 6pm 20 May 1474 N. Milwaukee Avenue 

DETROIT 
Unconfirmed 22-24 May 

TORONTO 
Indigo 7pm 26 May 2300 Yonge Street 

NEW YORK 
Books-A-Million Time TBA 29 May 2200 Wrangleboro Rd, Mays Landing, 

Strand Book Store Time TBA 30 May 828 Broadway 

BookExpo 10:45 1 June Javitz Centre 

BookCon 5:15 2 June Javitz Centre 

BOSTON/PORTLAND ME 
Unconfirmed 5-7 June

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

The 2018 North American Tour

Details and dates coming soon.

Monday, March 12, 2018

The Way Home

Life is a kind of magic trick the body does and once it’s over, you’re left with a hat with a hole in it and a white dove that’s flown away. And it makes you want to say,

“That’s it? That’s all we are?"

But you need to remember: That's not us.

We're the dove, flying home.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

The View From History Books

I think there's a way to listen to music late at night on your own that slowly turns you into dust.
I think there’s good in every one of us.
I think we need to forgive the people who hurt us.
I think we’ve all been punished enough.

Monday, March 5, 2018

The Distribution Of Pain

No one tells you that when you forgive the person who hurt you, you have to take a moment afterwards, to forgive yourself, for letting yourself get hurt again.

Monday, February 26, 2018

The Despair Left Behind

Give yourself the space to be sad.

Give yourself the chance to grieve.

Descend safely, and let go of all that you don't need.

Feel only what you need to feel.

This doesn't need to hurt more than it already does.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

North American Tour 2018

We're still putting the tour together so - leave the name of your city in the comments and if there's enough interest, I'll see you there.

Thank you for your time and thank you for reading.

Love,

Me

Monday, January 29, 2018

The River Of Souls

You sleep on a river, made of everyone you’ve ever been, who carried you to where you are.

Every movement up until this point by every one of your ancestors brought you here.

You are a flame alive for a moment.

A frame in something so much bigger that stretches from the first second to the last.

You are a walking miracle and every movement is as pure and incredible as the birth of a new star,  or the death of an old one. Like a god. You float through time from flower to flower, unaware that you are magical beyond everything, in everything you do.

Look at you. Only here. For now.

And in every life, we stand across from each other.
And I always tell you this.
And in every life, I must remind you.

Because you forget just how incredible you are.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

The You The World Waits For

If you are not authentically you, the real, original you, you will attract people who are not authentically themselves.

You will attract and become attracted to things which aren’t real, which don’t matter.

You will become frustrated and angry at small, petty things in your life and you will not understand why.

You will feel like the universe is not respecting your space, like it’s bumping into you, constantly. Shoving you.

This is because it’s trying to get you to notice who you are.

This is because it’s trying to say, “Hey! I know you! You are so much more than this!”

And if you make that choice, to be who you really are, you will discover the real, original you, has been waiting for you.

You will discover that you have always been worth your own love and respect.

 You will discover you have always been worth, being you.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

The Time-lapse Of Your Soul


I know right now it seems like you'll never forget, because this hurts, but one day you will.

So I want you to tie some string around your finger, because I want you to remember something.

I want you to remember that none of this beat you.

I want you to remember that you were stronger than all of it.

And this didn't kill you.

You killed this.

Monday, January 15, 2018

The Poison Story

Here is a poisonous story you can tell a child:

"The ground you were born on makes you better than anyone else. The ground you were born is so special, it must be defended at all costs. We must celebrate it with songs, and multicoloured strips of cloth that we can tie to poles. The ground you're born is special because of you, and you are special because of it."

Thursday, January 4, 2018

The Sadness Of Comedy

Anyone looking onto the stage where we lived out our lives would've called us a tragedy, because we had good intentions. But we don't suffer the consequences of our good intentions. We suffer the consequences of our actions.