the dead still speak

April 23rd marks World Book Day, a celebration of stories, authors, and the written word. It’s no accident the date shares ground with the deaths of Shakespeare and Cervantes. both died on April 23rd, centuries ago. Two giants of language, gone on the same day.

But writers don’t stay dead. Their words echo through cracked spines and late night pages. Books don’t rot the way bodies do. They haunt instead. And every time we read, we resurrect something.

So today, light a candle, Crack the spine, and Read something old. Let the voices come through.

The dead still speak to those of us who listen.

🕯️ From the Other Side: A Quote

“A dream itself is but a shadow.”
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet

⚰️ Recommended Reading From the Grave:

• Mary Shelley – Frankenstein
  A story about life, death, and what we create when we play god. Still too relevant.

• Edgar Allan Poe – The Fall of the House of Usher
  Crumbling legacy, unspoken madness, and decay that seeps into the walls.

• Shirley Jackson – We Have Always Lived in the Castle
  Isolation, poison, and the quiet, beautiful horror of being left behind.

• Oscar Wilde – The Picture of Dorian Gray
  Sin in slow motion. A soul rotting out of sight.

• Miguel de Cervantes – Don Quixote
  Madness and stories wrapped into one. Truth and fiction taking turns wearing the mask.

The Draft Never Sleeps

The draft keeps waking me up.

I’ve rewritten this opening a dozen times. This place isn’t polished or curated. It’s where I put the things that won’t stay dead. Thoughts that don’t fit anywhere else.

If you’re here, you probably know what I mean. Maybe you’ve got your own haunted pages.

This blog won’t be tips and tricks. It won’t be branding. It’ll be writing from the edge of something unnamed. Sometimes fiction. Sometimes not. Sometimes I won’t know the difference.

But if the draft never sleeps, I might as well write it down.