Earl Yorke

The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, December 25, 2002:

For the first time in nearly three years I am turning to the pages of a journal. This book [a journal with a very elaborate vampire theme including an embossed, rubber vampire claw reaching out of a coffin on the cover] was a gift from my Aunt Kristen, and I admit that it suits me very well. I am a starving artist (writer) who has completed a three-book epic series surrounding Vampires (hence, my aunt, in all of her creativity when it comes to gift-giving gave me this journal with a Kindred theme). The trilogy is titled “The Focus of Bloodlines.” Individually, the books are (1) “The Bloodlines of Rollinsford,” (2) “The Book of Bloodlines,” and (3) “The Focus of Bloodlines.” A constant theme in this journal will be my struggle for publication of my work… of this I need not be precognitive to know. Read more »

The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, December 26, 2002:

Dina and I just finished calling all of our “references” on our application for an appartment in South Berwick. They’re all fake of course; family members posing as friends, but we’re desperate and we really want this appartment… BADLY. I feel like Ezeth, trying to evade the Romu’ateb just so that I can stay alive [nobody, save for a few, will understand what the “Romu’ateb” are until “The Focus of Bloodlines” is published, but I’ll say this… Vampire Evolution]. Read more »

The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, December 31, 2002:

I think that I will soon retire for the night. It is 3:32 in the morning, and my interests seem to be drifting. I am finding trouble getting into “The Dominance Flush” and “The Sin of Caine” [a manuscript that was originally going to be the beginning of another Vampire triology, but I wanted to avoid getting stuck writing vamp books for the rest of my life… I actually don’t think I wrote a single line in that manuscript after this night]. I do hope that my writer’s block is not coming back to haunt me from that b.s. with my ex-agent. Read more »

The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, January 3, 2003:

We’re doing laundry. It has taken us five loads (and $10.00) to do it all, but we are finally getting our clothes washed. The laundry room here in the apartment complex is filthy . I’m a bit creeped out by it, but in my world the things that creep me out are my outlets for creation… my books! He he he he! [good grief, I was so lame in those days… I can just see it now: “The Haunted Laundry Room”] Read more »

The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, January 20, 2003:

Looks like we’re going to get our first major snowfall in two weeks (damn it!). Just when I thought that this winter might not be too bad, the snow comes back.

The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, January 22, 2003:

Today will be a working day for me, and I don’t mean that I will be writing all day. I have a “dumpster run” to make, laundry to do, and a messy appartment to tidy up.

Yesterday was a great dissapointment for me. I got another rejection letter from the agency in California. It was, by far, the worst one yet. It took me a moment to realize that it was a rejection; the thing did not directly indicate that I was being rejected… it seemed to simply allude to it. Needless to say, it made me very upset, but after an all-nighter spent downloading (and listening to) angry music I managed to keep my mind off of my dwindling hope for long enough to get over it. Read more »

The following is taken from the journal of Earl Yorke, January 28, 2003:

Okay… I’m going to accept what’s been poking at my brain for the last month: I have writers’ block. For the entire month I haven’t been able to do so much as write two or three pages each time I sit down. It is because of the rejection letters… I can’t help the fact that I am losing faith in my work, and it doesn’t matter how many times Dina has aggressively attempted to convince me that my books are good, I can’t accept it. Read more »

The following is the final journal entry of Earl Yorke, March 30, 2003:

Three pages left in this journal, and I believe that they will be filled with pleasant entries. My life is finally coming into focus, and I am pleased with what I see [This was the beginning of the delusions centered around the loss of my will to write… though I was happier than I had been in quite some time, I was hiding behind a shroud of lies that stood as a barrier between myself and my issues]. I love my job at Visiontel, and I LOVE MY UNBORN BABY BOY! [the latter statement was 100% true] Read more »