Love and Death, the commonalities by Michael DuPuy #loveisamess #authorcorner

January 29, 2015
Written by adrianjsmith

Good morning all! I’ve asked Michael DuPuy to write up something on his first ever published piece. It happens to be in the Love is a Mess anthology! Michael hails to us from the large state of Texas, where he writes in his spare time of just plain being awesome.

Michael DuPuy, while not investigating epistemological dead ends, cultivates a greater understanding of the folly of man most often by recreating as many of such folly’s as possible through no intent of his own. Michael turned to writing as a method of perhaps extending his sanity and to justify his coffee consumption. If anything this tactic has backfired.

Here’s what he had to say about his piece in the Love is a Mess anthology…

I’ve always felt that love and death have a lot in common. They underpin most everything we do to some extent, and once they happen, there’s no coming back. I’ve always had issues with the stories where characters die and then come back to life like nothing happened or the passionate romantic interest that shows up in a single episode or book and has nothing to do with anything beyond that. This is of course referring to long running series usually TV. I still enjoy them, mind you, but I can never really get the kind of visceral reaction that the writers are no doubt aiming for. Nothing turns out to be that clean. Nothing about love or death is a one-off thing. It sticks with you.

That’s why when I heard about an anthology with a Valentines theme called Love Is a Mess I had to write something for it. I wasn’t fully certain what The Last Mitzvah would ultimately entail, but I knew that love and death belong together. What came out is a look at an aspect of love we don’t often think about. As an addiction. I’m not talking about nymphomania, but rather that need to be with someone. To know that they are there and always will be. Those unfamiliar with actually being an addict to the various things we normally associate with addiction (alcohol, sex, drugs, rock n roll) may not realize that it’s not just a loathsome habit. There is a love for whatever the substance does. It provides a release a comfort that nothing else can. At least that’s what it feels like.

I think that we’ve all been there to some extent. Some more than others, but we’ve all been there. I’m happy to say that I found a better way out than Garrett did, and now I have a better view of the dangers and rewards of love.

 

love is a mess coverLove is a Mess: a Supposed Crimes anthology

Edited by C. E. Case

Stories by A. M. Leibowitz, Adrian J. Smith, Amber Kinsey, Eva Lafoy, Geonn Cannon, L. M. Perrin, Michael DuPuy and Rachael Orman.

Lesbian, Bisexual and Gay anthology, Valentine’s Day theme, romance, contemporary

Publisher: Supposed Crimes, LLC
Release Date: January 3, 2015 (ebook only)
Length: Anthology / 35,000 words / 119 pages

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Love is a Mess: A Supposed Crimes Anthology contains eight stories from eight authors on the topic of misfortune at Valentine’s Day. The topics range from the fun of the moment to the power of the eternal. Lesbian, gay, and bisexual characters star in their own love and lust stories—erotic, playful, and thoughtful.

Viral Valentine by L. M. Perrin
Date Blind by Geonn Cannon
The Politician and the Pilot by Amber Kinsey
Bar Tryst by Rachael Orman
Quarter Life: Energy Feed by Adrian J. Smith
Property of Cupid by Eva Lefoy
Private Dance by A. M. Leibowitz
The Last Mitzvah by Michael DuPuy

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