Diamondis: A Novel by James Wadman

By James Wadman

Diamondis is a love story that begins at the moment of a man’s untimely death. With the secondhand on the clock poised in space, Tomas revisits the moments in his life that inspire the creation of his “afterlife.” While I deal with dark issues such as death, mental illness, and heartbreak, I leave the reader with a sense of optimism and a reason to cherish the love that exists before and after life.

Tomas Stanton, a neuroscientist at Cornell, collapses the day before he leaves for New York City to begin a life in a lab coat. He learns that he has an inoperable brain tumor, but he will survive for as long as it remains in place. Shortly after moving to the city, Tomas gives up his career in medical research to write a reflection on his pending mortality. Tomas meets a woman named Julia on the streets of New York City, who takes a sudden interest in his story. Just as soon as they fall in love, Tomas learns that his brain tumor has metastasized and he is given one year to live. In that year, Julia takes Tomas to the west coast to say goodbye to an old friend who played a key role in his memoir.

I am proud to say that my novel, Diamondis, is finished. The road ahead will be determined by the logistics of its release. I want to do some creative personal projects and collaborations between now and the release, so stay tuned. If you have any questions or a burning desire to preview my work, please send me an email at

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Diamondis is a novel written by James Wadman

Copyright James Wadman 2016

To Have Lived at All

From a dream 12/04/2016:

It was any ordinary day. I go to work, I try to admire the world and others, I do my best. I was working on writing an exam for my job in the chemistry program at the university when my vision began to fade. At first I thought nothing of this. Growing up with syncope, lapses of consciousness were not unfamiliar occurrences to me. However, this time it was sustained and came with a harsher, prolonged separation from reality. I thought I might be in trouble, so I ran to find someone.

I pleaded to the first person I found to call an ambulance in shaky, inarticulate words as I fell to the ground. My eyes were closing, but I told myself I only needed to breathe. I might fall asleep on the ground of a university hallway, but I would wake up at the destination of the ambulance that was en route to save me. And sure enough, I did.

I woke up in a hospital bed beside overjoyed family members, none of whom I recognized. A man took my hand and I was surprised at how his hand engulfed mine, as if he were a giant with a friendly face. When he moved closer I could see in the reflection of the window that I was not myself — or at least not who I was before the fall. I was a child and this was my father. My life, the life of James Wadman, the neurobiologist, chemistry specialist, writer, and musician was the dream of a young boy in the midst of his chemotherapy treatment.

I was still looking in my reflection in the window when the world faded again. This time, I woke up in bed at home.

When the clock runs out of time, I learned that it is a blessing to have lived at all.

Conscious Talks: To Break the Silence, II


By James Wadman

On a political agenda.

To state a cliché, Ghandi told us that “we but mirror the world. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude change towards him.” It is difficult to accept that hatred still exists, and perhaps now it is more difficult to initiate the proper change to a new world. But let us not forget that compassion is what we are perpetually fighting for, and when we riot – or in any way fight fire with fire against opposing political and social ideologies– we silence our message in the loudest way possible. What is more powerful than anger against hatred is a stance in solidarity, together as brothers and sisters in this nation, and only then can we create happiness and unity that cannot be stripped away.


On passion.

When we are young we think about our passions in terms of dreaming about a career, and it gets locked in us to believe that we are only following our passion if we live up to the expectation that we have to be an astronaut (or a doctor or an engineer or the president…) when we grow up. In reality, and this branches from our maturity as we start to see the world for what it is, our passions can be of a much more sophisticated origin.

I have come to realize recently that in your pursuit of following your dreams you should keep an open mind to venture into other knowns as well as a realistic mind, so as not to abandon a logical expectation of your wellbeing. We are not abandoning our passion if we replace one dream with another, even in the case that an esoteric passion is the replacement for the aforementioned childhood expectation. More specifically, I mean to say that with age it becomes acceptable to replace your dream of being an astronaut with the fulfillment of simple pleasures leading toward genuine happiness. One might abandon the pursuit of becoming a millionaire for the pursuit of a relationship and a family. And believe it or not, this is not a compromise on ambition or your worth to society.


On midnight sun.

A year ago I wrote the first song I ever released to the public, and only a week later I received back the fully mastered version of the song. Music to me is one of the greatest forms of self-expression. Digging through the notes in my phone, I found a quote that defined music as “the overlap between past and present emotions we can’t explain.” This is absolutely true for Midnight Sun because it bridges the gap between two very different times and places of my life and tells the story of just how fortunate I am to be here in this world. I hope you will enjoy the final version of Midnight Sun!

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To Live a Life of Meaning

By James Wadman

To live a meaningful life means accepting the notion of sacrifice, embracing your passions, learning what it means to never lose sight of what is important. I can’t tell anyone with any certainty how I made it here, how many times I’ve fallen or for how far, or where I had to escape to in order to avoid confronting the pain of failure or the fear of further rejection. It’s not easy and if anyone tells you success came easy to them, then they are fortunate beyond measure. But I am, too. In the end, I am overjoyed to fail and excited at the possibility to fail again.

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