Category: Excerpts

Love is Found

“What gives us hope in life is the sense that love is not found in predictable symmetry or straight edges. The closest we can get to perfection are the moments we can’t put into words, but can still feel when nothing is left.”

Excerpt From: James Wadman. “Diamondis.” James Wadman, 2017. iBooks. https://itun.es/us/durdhb.l

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Edge of the World // Origins

The Music From Diamondis

By James Wadman

“Dark clouds sat low on the horizon, nearly taking the form of mountains on another shore. Above him, however, was only the starlit sky. Here at the end of the world he sat in peace, watching the waves crash into the white foam of a black-pebbled beach. There was an ocean before him, and for the first time he knew that there was nothing beyond the clouds cradling the moon and stars. All that existed or ever could exist in this world were figments of his memory or, much like a dream, an unconscious rendering of what was loosely captured by peripheral attention and stored away.”

-James Wadman, from Diamondis

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Music was integral to the writing of Diamondis. Even the most purely visual descriptions were inspired by the sounds of strings, ambient reverb over a piano’s resonance, and the earth’s orchestrated silence. Today I am presenting the first two songs from my Diamondis album. These songs are intended to compliment the storyline of my story.

 

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Piano Rift – Slow, Still Moments

“I have learned that there exist slow, almost still moments in life,” Tomas said. “I think time in the winter is more significant, as if it’s more pronounced or more valued because the time we spend is either more solitary if we are alone or closer to the ones we love if we are in love. The best of things happen in the winter, not the things that offer us the most satisfaction, but the things that are simply meant to happen.”

-James Wadman, from Diamondis

If the winter had its own sound, to me it would resemble Piano Rift. This is the first song I ever wrote when learning the piano. To be honest, I actually wrote the main chord progression before I had much of a clue about playing piano at all. However, I corrected many parts about the chords, the arpeggios, and the strings on the long road to completion.

Piano Rift fits into the parts of my book I characterize with the “slow almost still” moments of winter. As Diamondis describes, winter is the home of many significant moments in life — not necessarily the best, but the moments that are meant to happen. Piano Rift, to me, is a song that was simply meant to happen. I hope the chords take you back to the feeling of childhood, pleasant walks in your neighborhood, or they serve as respite from a challenging day.

Listen to Piano Rift

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Diamondis: Official Release

By James Wadman

 

I am thrilled to announce that Diamondis is now available.

Diamondis is my first novel. I am so grateful for everyone who has supported my writing and creative endeavors up until this point. I am very proud of the work I created, and I am incredibly excited to share it (finally) with you. You may purchase Diamondis as an eBook from Amazon and Apple starting NOW!

 

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Plot Summary:

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. He crosses paths with a woman named Julia, 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 they seek happiness together in the one year that remains in his life.


Coming Soon:

In preparation for the official release on January 25, I will be releasing a series of essays, excerpts, and multi-media projects inspired by the five year journey to writing this novel. Be on the lookout for:

  • Conscious Talks: An overview of the scientific mechanics of Death in Diamondis
  • Writer’s Voyage: The process of writing Diamondis from start to finish
  • About the Artistic inspiration behind Diamondis
  • New Music!!
  • Chapters, poetry, and quotes from the book

 

Thank you all infinitely for your support!

-Jw

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.

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