from Terra Publishing
Memoirs of an Amnesiac
by A.E. Hayes
“You’ve been captive far too long,” she whispered. “So I’m releasing you.”
The universe was bathed in white light, and as I touched the azure and ruby stars dancing above my head, the crack within me split and fractured into madness.
I felt the shatter. But I was powerless to stop it.”
Shattered features a mixture of nonfiction and creative nonfiction stories about Hayes’ real-life experiences with a traumatic brain injury that caused retrograde amnesia, as well as the events prior to and following the event. However–is the internal shatter she experienced really due to the amnesia, or due to something else? That is what Shattered aims to reveal.
A.E. Hayes is a published author who has been writing since she was about four years old. She has been featured under various pseudonyms (Manda L. Earp, Mandi Hayes, Amanda Earp, and as a ghostwriter) in myriad anthologies, poetry collections, music magazines, and newspapers. She is currently finishing her 6th novel, On Common Ground, as well as working on a collection of supernatural stories for an anthology titled “The Eynes Anthology.”
She studied English and Writing at Hood College, where she earned her B.A., and later studied Fiction Writing at The Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore. A.E. resides in Maryland with her husband and son, and when she isn’t writing or singing (or doing both at the same time), she spends her time drinking far too much coffee, logging miles by pacing around the living room floor in order to make her Fitbit happy, studying the violin, teaching children the joys of music theory, pretending to be a Cylon, talking about Battlestar Galactica when people don’t know what a Cylon actually is, and plotting ideas for several new projects (which usually happens during her living room pacing time).
Side note from Cara–this is my 75th post on this blog! I feel like I should do something fun to celebrate, but if my calculations are correct, I should hit 100 right about the time that book 4 releases, so I’ll save the big celebration for then.