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Street Kings: Motor City

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Street  Kings :  Motor City by   Hope Cobb , Published in Michigan Movie Magazine Images courtesy of   20th Century Fox Home Entertainmen t and Hope Cobb D etroit is rapidly becoming the urban action film setting of choice for Hollywood.Productions  like  Red Dawn, Kill The Irishman, Transformers 3, Detroit 1-8-7 , and  Real Steel  have flocked  t o Detroit to take advantage of the abundant, relatively barren cityscapes, and film friendliness.   MMM recently had the opportunity to visit with  Street Kings: Motor City,  one of the latest films  to take advantage of Detroit’s post-industrial back lot. Street Kings: Motor City  stars acclaimed actors Ray Liotta ( Goodfellas ) and Shawn Hatosy  ( Southland, Public Enemies ). Liotta plays Marty Kingston, who is shot and barely survives  while  trying to save his partner during an undercover drug bust.  Four years later, after his  partner is  killed, he teams up with Detective Dan Sullivan (Hatosy) to investigate mul

SECOND GUEST BLOG BY UBER TALENTED NY TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR DAVID FARLAND The Artistic Mind: Staying Creative through Depression By David (Wolverton) Farland

But treating depression isn’t what this article is about.   It’s about writing through depression.   Here’s a bit of advice on how to do that: As a teen suffering from bipolar disorder, I never received medical treatment.  The wisdom of the time was that you just had to tough it out.  Things have changed, and I know several writers who live with it now, thanks to the proper medications.  Having bipolar disorder is an emotional roller coaster.  I recall one day walking down a street.  The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I felt so alive that I almost imagined that I could take flight.  A few days later I was walking down the same street.  The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I felt so terrible that I thought, “I wish I had my shotgun.  I’d make those damned noisy birds shut up for good!”  That’s when I realized that there was something wrong with me. By then I was already writing, so what did I do?  I’d be a liar if I said that I ever got anythin