Log 333 ~Will’s Soggy Runaway Letter~

A Twist With My “Anxiety.” Sorry that song Twist In My Sobriety has been playing in my head a while. I didn’t work at Arby’s or Wendy’s long enough to have a leaving song. With Target, it was “Marissa Flashback.” Will’s Soggy Runaway Letter in retail

Friday, May 29, 2020

Log 333 ~Will’s Soggy Runaway Letter~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or I better be if this keeps up. Begin at the start, but you know I’m no one for writing rules. Okay, so today is actually Tuesday, May 26, so yeah, you’ll read about this, three days into the future. Do I even have a future… we’ll have to see sometime this week, won’t we? So I’ve never gotten around to writing a suicide note, never written a resignation. I’m sure it’s a sin I’ve never written a thank you card. There’s never a time right, or I’m always busy. Stuffing bags, balling fists, writing you.

It started with a written schedule, “Operations.” I have no clue what that is even after eight years. If anything, I wrote it off as an easy day. It wasn’t Home & Kids or Shoes. STUPID is determined to take the “Number One Spot” as the song goes. Now I was STUPID, which was enough, but I made it to heights unimaginable. I finished “organizing” bath towels and asked the General Manager where to next. Well, she said Amazon Returns. Oh, the things I’ve bought off Amazon, but I’ve never wanted to work there. The nice woman at the desk explains it to me and what happened next? Arby’s for one day, Wendy’s another, and Target, I absolutely refused. Lady Sophia, this is against every motivation, every speaker, and my life plans but ahem. I CAN’T breathes two little words.

Why not one word, ANXIETY. It was overwhelming Lady Sophia. Hell, I push buttons all the time like right now. With a push, I CAN build A Whole New World, believe in myself there. Blow it up if I need to, but in reality, all I did was run. As fast as I could go. However, there was also ANGER. I was DUMB enough to ask the boss a question. Yes, I do have a thesaurus My Lady, but that’s not the point. I stood there and let her say whatever she wanted. I sit here now angry for my running. Of course, I could go Fear leads to Anger. For now, I’m attempting to use the Anger to mask the fear. I’ve been trying for days but that cue Reboot song the FIREWALL came crumbling down today. In sweat, spit, and soggy rainy weather.

No tears, this isn’t goodbye but Will’s Soggy Runaway Letter.

To Will’s Most Hated Words:

  1. Stupid
  2. Skeevy
  3. Fear
  4. Anxiety
  5. Merge
  6. Happy
  7. Family-Friendly
  8. Just Kidding
  9. Tease
  10. Freak
  11. Lazy
  12. Sucks

I Will Have No Fear…

Log 326 ~Will Digs On Hate~

For once, I could write a “happy” story, well not that kind of happy. Though a lady at the Day Job said that my furbaby was cute so I can’t say I hate everybody there anymore, 99 Problems but she ain’t one still. Will Digs On Hate

Friday, May 22, 2020

Log 326 ~Will Digs On Hate~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t make me happy. Do you find it strange Lady Soph, that I consider HAPPY a hated word? Now HATE itself… I swear at the Day Job all I feel is RAGE, it’s all-encompassing. All my motivations talk about things like the Law of Attraction, Hard Work, Discipline, etc.

Are you saying I’m not; how many talks have I had in the past few days? Hell, I don’t want to get you or the girls sick with my Vitriol. That and my Libido, well hinging on how my talk with Dirty Diana went. They’re twin battering rams breaking me.

I want to focus on Vitriol, which I learned from Paulo Coelho’s book Veronika Decides to Die. I haven’t read it lately. We’ll get to my current reading list. Anyway, I’ve been having to mind my tongue at the Day Job. I mean damn, I marched right into my boss’s office. She wasn’t there, thank God, but let’s talk about another faceoff I’ve been having. My Fleshlight is sitting on the bathroom sink. No disrespect to former alcoholics, people with drug problems, or “real” addictions. I’m sitting here, and I’m dying to well “dive in.” I want to tell you everything, Lady Sophia, but that’s one more thing I can’t. There’s no TIME, it will cause too much TROUBLE, and I’m always TIRED. You should have seen me yesterday when I broke. I hated myself, but my mind was clear, and then, F my life.

Seeing as I can’t be negative all day but you know I’m going to try. Do you remember when I got heavy into Sean Weathers films, and I sort of wanted to direct those? Well, now I’m into Eric Vall. I’ve been reading Succubus Lord, and so far, I’m quite pleased with it. However, let me screw this up. While reading his book, I’m discovering Harem romances. One series by Rodzil LaBraun called Dystopian Girls. Of course, with my enjoyment of Vault Girls and Call me a Legend, this is becoming my niche. So I won’t be good at it. With that being said, I have come up with two new story ideas. A sequel to The Eve of a Cherry and one based on me sitting right here. On that topic, it’s been quite a while since I talked to Cherry? My wrong words, SIGH Will Digs On Hate.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 319 ~Will Needs To Project~

Project or project and have I ever mentioned that my Grandmommy lived “project adjacent.” I only got beat in the suburbs to be fair, but that’s not a story I want to tell. How about a “nice” Harem novel. Will Needs To Project

Friday, May 15, 2020

Log 319 ~Will Needs To Project~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I have all the time in the world. You’ll have to excuse me though as to how I’ve spent it this morning. One of the reasons I tout being a writer is the fact that I want to remember. In the past hour, I’ve only been looking at things I wish to regret. My FATHER, hates me saying this but, “Pretty Much” all women. I know you’re asking yourself, is this going to be another list? As I said, I write to remember, to speak as I please, and to get the Hell out of Dodge. My life’s project.

So anyway, besides looking at all the different meanings of “Project,” I’ve been looking for a girl. Don’t worry, my “stalking” days are done but not my “skeeving.” I hate to disappoint a woman, but anyway, it’s the girl in the kimono from Mob Wars. Find something better to do which of course I will this afternoon. Have I mentioned the fact that I’m back at the “Day Job?” The Law of Attraction being what it is, I won’t say anything wrong. By the time you’re reading this, I hope I had a Good Day as the song goes. What would be better is if I made any progress at all on Six Impossible Things? I won’t hold my breath., How long was I recuperating, recovering, and sad to say reliving my last workday, SIGH.

If anything I hope I finished, The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead. Have I learned anything with this being my second time reading it? Yeah, I thought so, and the next novel is Succubus Lord by Eric Vall. That will be followed by Too Late by Colleen Hoover. It’s the Harem Romance genre that gets me, though. You can find plenty on a Reverse Harem (one girl has multiple guys), but I have been doing research. Okay, I’m trying, on top of figuring out ways to make money. I’m not sick with the Coronavirus (COVID-19), but of people. Again my reasons for writing, people are telling stories about me when I can write them down myself. It doesn’t help when I still forget everything, what about my big series? If not that, The Eve of a Cherry, Gulp, Gown of Chaos?

Most writers look for Brand New. Will Needs To Project.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 312 ~Play The Hero Will~

As the song goes, “Here I go, playing the star again, There I go, turn the page.” I wanted to talk about Star Wars and my mind when to The Hero’s Journey, and then I remembered I don’t write heroes. “Play The Hero Will.”

Friday, May 8, 2020

Log 312 ~Play The Hero Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how many of us do they call heroes? Often enough, I’ve written that I am no hero, I am but a villain. Not a Smooth Criminal, a Smooth Operator though I try. I was a second away from quoting Yoda, one more figure in The Hero’s Journey. SIGH Star Wars.

Like yesterday I said I wanted to make this Star Wars week, but what have I been reading? The Call to Adventure or Cade, Anna, and Cherry all leave England. Refusal of the Call, Cade refusing help, Anna and Cherry refusing to change, the Father in denial? Meeting the Mentor, Cade, Anna, and Cherry talking to the Father and him meeting the Boy. Crossing the First Threshold, Anna with the Father, Cherry’s next kill, Cade’s fear. Belly of the Whale, Anna and the Father in her home, Cherry’s body, Cade and Caitlin. The Road of Trials, Cherry spying, the Father’s investigation, Cade’s madness, Anna’s denial. Of course, Lady Sophia, this is a reach at best, and you can thank Girlfriend Reviews for today’s ideas. If anything, I want to understand my story better, I figure.

Continuing forward, The Meeting with the Goddess. It’s when the Father gains information about the murders. It’s also when Anna and Cade finally get together and don’t realize they will be together forever. The Woman As Temptress when Anna offers herself again to the Father when he has Cherry and Cade also has Cherry. Wanting to spare Anna and Cherry and the tapes used to secure their freedom if need be. Oh, Genevieve, and Hanna.

Atonement with the Father/Abyss, the Father/Old Man, faces down against the Boy. The murderess Cherry is discovered. Cade and Anna are also in attendance. Apotheosis, the Father comes up with the idea to save Cherry and Anna, while Cade is shot but lives. The Ultimate Boon, the deal is done. Cade will marry Anna, and both mother and daughter will work off the debt, the Father becomes a killer. Refusal of the Return, Cherry refuses the last poison order. Cade gets in trouble, the Father takes his first victim, Anna is made a “housewife.” The Magic Flight, Cherry is entirely a woman along with her mother, Cade is made “cuckold” the Father is in control. Rescue from Without, Brooklynn, and Gretchen are taken. The main characters prepare for the wedding.

The Crossing of the Return Threshold, Cherry, and Anna are terribly alike. Cade gets to indulge in both. The Father makes money. Master of Two Worlds, the Father is in charge of both the sanctuary and the cathouse. He doesn’t yet see Cade breaking down and what will be Anna’s reprisal. Freedom to Live, with the deaths, the Father is now free to leave behind one or both worlds. If he so chooses to. Lady Sophia, I have gone overboard in a way, and again none of my survivors are ever meant to be heroes.
Father… Play The Hero Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 305 ~Avoiding The Breakup Will~

I’m so behind in my reading these days, SIGH. Probably because everyone has their own story of what’s going on in the world or how I’m going to get through the next few days, did I mention complaining about Taco Bell… no. “Avoiding The Breakup Will.”

Friday, May 1, 2020

Log 305 ~Avoiding The Breakup Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should be reading old Ford financial reports. Now before you think I’ve lost my mind, that’s something I heard from Eric Thomas. He was talking to Warren Buffett at the time, and I get it. Mr. Buffett was saying he was reading about past success to model his future. So what have I been reading Lady Sophia? Yesterday I spoke some about The Three Wise Monkeys “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” I should read more wisdom because these days, what I’m reading for avoidance…

Last night it was the time on the clock ticking away. My Dæmon must have wakened me up a dozen times. Do you remember when I got sick from @MuscleMilk? Wash my damn hands because my firstborn was sick like that too. So I was cleaning up after him. It beats reading about something happening to him, right? Every day Lady Sophia, my boy, gets older, bumps into things. Here and now, I refuse to ever write the words of his… well, whatever he’s going to live forever, but still, I see tributes to other fur babies. I’m freaking John Q when it comes to my son. What about my book then, “The Eve of a Cherry,” hmm? Back when I was reading The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money by Dennis Hof. One guy was talking about the girls and was saying something like “that’s someone’s daughter, where is her Daddy?” Sad right?

I’m sick of reading about my past crimes. Not that I regret writing The Eve of a Cherry, but that young woman has a Mum. Hell, I wrote about her too. Then again, I wrote for a year about “dolls” and that girl in junior college? Well, she wasn’t amused. Even now, I watch the money flow because one of my favorite pornstars wanted to make me a video. At least I’m not begging Cherry, M Anime, or Specs. Yeah, I had an ulterior motive for joining her crew, didn’t I. Finally, I keep reading about the man that I want to be, but I’m not. Cherry talks about rejection, another writer wants me to pull a Beta. If I’m always rejecting my words, though, I was never much together.

I love writing and reading, but Avoiding The Breakup Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 298 ~Will To Be Believed~

“Trust me,” “believe me,” the people that usually start with that are generally lying, which is why I never ask you to. Most days, I’m like Tidus from Final Fantasy X, only wanting somebody to listen but SIGH. Will To Be Believed.

Friday, April 24, 2020

Log 298 ~Will To Be Believed~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I say that every day but do I believe it? Lady Sophia, I should get back into listening to my Motivations, the Money playlist. How about the Man in the Mirror? The things I’ve been reading and hearing I don’t want to trust but me?

Let’s start with The Eve of a Cherry, which is a work of fiction, of course. Like yesterday I don’t want to believe that I could be that sick. If anything, I don’t want to know this as “my sickness” at all. I want to write, and yet like most of the things I do in life, I want to protect others. M Anime talks about wanting to be law enforcement. Hell, I break so many laws on a day to day basis. I know, I still owe an explanation about my views on the country. Don’t I always say tomorrow? Now that’s something I want to believe in, but where will I be. Writing more words that I might as well call lies. No, again, it’s fiction, but I’m like one of my characters, which is pretty bad. Indiana Gone and Cherry would tell me to believe in myself.

Believe in something right or fall for anything, so yet one more day, I’m in the right place. I haven’t made the bed in days, and that’s because of what happens after our conversations. You want some facts, I’m going to eat and then I’m going to take a nap. If Fiction and Nonfiction have any agreements, it’s in the fact that they both take hard work. Do I call it fiction what I’m telling NaNoWriMo? I did write 50,000 words, only not all in one month. 19,200 last month and then expansion and still it’s like I’m a CHEATER.

One more word I’m starting to hate. Why do you think I have to remember such beauty? Once upon a time, I could tell you the name of the original 150 Pokémon. Now I can tell you the name of so many cosplayers, cute pornstars, and characters that I refer to as, well. It’s not a nice word in the states. Only I know an Australian Mom. I want to believe in women, in writing, and in the world I one day want to build.

Who am I though Lady Sophia; Will To Be Believed.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 291 ~Will The Adults Stand~

Well, I’m not standing up for the adults that still read, or at least I didn’t try yesterday. I was much too busy reading my novel and when I could expect my check since I’m not at the Day Job. “Will The Adults Stand” and sit back down

Friday, April 17, 2020

Log 291 ~Will The Adults Stand~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, well at least $1,200 closer. Hell, I’ve gotten out of bed for a lot less, which is pretty sad. I’m right here, doing what I LOVE, and that means being wrapped up in blankets. At this moment, Lady Sophia, I’m planning on how I will waste the day. What’s stopping me right now from getting up and going to work at the dining room table? There’s this old quote I read about standing for something or falling for anything. So it’s in the spirit of that Lady Sophia that I will tell you what I’ll stand for… in a literal sense.

Take last night (It’s Wednesday) right now, but what am I reading? It’s not veterinarian bills; when I heard something fall and I went rushing to my kid. I read his little face every day. Again, right now, I got up and let him outside to pee. Speaking of protection, every morning. I pick up my gun, switch the magazines, and put it back down. I’m still reading up on gun ownership, and even YouTube has taken notice. Owning a weapon isn’t something you can only read and watch, but you have to do. There’s a training center here, and yet I lack the courage to go. I could blame the Coronavirus (COVID-19), but that would be like blaming the Day Job. I did mention I got the stimulus check today (April 15) tax day, of course. Still, I ordered my speedloader from Amazon, and you know I’m not going to Jim ‘N Nick’s after my last two humiliations. I like the fries, though, so…

I need to stand up; otherwise, I’ll lose myself to porn once again. Looking over my notes, it took eleven different things to make me break NO FAP, twelve counting the girl in my novel. The Eve of a Cherry, Lady Sophia that is something I’ll stand for, finishing it. I’m still eating and bathing, taking care of myself the bare minimum, and no, I’m not suicidal. It sucks, but I don’t want to have my ears clogged again for the most part. I might as well enjoy not hearing the humming anymore. To this day, I don’t know the cause or why it stopped. Is there anything else that gets me to stand… boobs?

Politics, Equality, Outage, a new book; Will The Adults Stand.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 284 ~Hand It To Will~

So what of expansion, arsenals, amorous lovers, art of my excuses etc. The novella at this point was 19,000 words but where am I at right now. Is it the eve of the end of the world, still in bed, some story I should be reading. “Hand It To Will”

Friday, April 10, 2020

Log 284 ~Hand It To Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s because I keep my hands busy. Now I know I’m still not writing as much as I should. Lady Sophia, there was a time I was heavy into the Young Adult genre. Of course, that changed with Fifty Shades of Grey… 50 Million copies.

Yeah, I’m putting that out there because you know there are people who want to yell like Jay Sherman. It Stinks! Speaking of The Critic, I have added on to The Eve of a Cherry, but like I said, counting up the words that I don’t write. Last night I made it to 100 only to say that I had written something down. I talked about my newest obsession yesterday, and that’s what I was counting up. No more guns yet but plenty of bullets. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been reading up on all the responsibilities of owning a weapon. I’m also still reading Sex Zombies by S. Wolf. We should be so lucky, Lady Sophia, but no, there’s only people getting sick. Is it worse to be ill in body or in mind, I wonder? I feel fine, but it might no longer be the end of the world, not quite yet anyway.

Again I’ve been lost in plenty of pages. It looks like my country is going to get a smidge better or a lot worse now that Bernie Sanders dropped out of the race. You know I’m not one for politics, but I’m not one for people dooming us all either. Between you and me, I want to go back to my story though I was struggling. At least my sex fiends are fiction, but what about the fantasies? It’s things like the state of the world that make me feel as though I’m a great writer. So writing, women, and weapons, and when I’m not working on any of that? Well, I should stop writing about becoming a better father and simply be for My Dæmon. Keeping both of us safe isn’t that what I’m doing, hmm? If I had tentacles, paws, a mace for a hand like Aaron on The Walking Dead. No, I need to count up the excuses and fear to press the right or wrong buttons.

Within these hands, Lady Sophia lies a writer’s strength. The world is yours/mine, Lady Sophia, so Hand It To Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 277 ~Willy Plays The Fool~

This time last week, I was touting writing some 19,000 words. Now it’s up to me to expand it to 50,000, then again Camp NaNoWriMo is different from November NaNoWriMo, I hope we haven’t forgotten life by then. Willy Plays The Fool

Friday, April 3, 2020

Log 277 ~Willy Plays The Fool~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which must mean I take everyone else as a fool. Now I know plenty of wealthy people that are; okay, I’ll just say it STUPID. Then again, I’ve been sitting here. Watching Girlfriend Reviews and The Walking Dead reactions. They’re famous but not exactly rolling around in green. The fact remains, I am a fool and don’t call me Willy, no matter how you spell it. Yes, I know Lady Sophia; sexual innuendo. I haven’t forgotten today we should talk about books. I did forget April Fool’s Day but never writing.

So that leads me to today, which is actually (April 1) and the first day of Camp NaNoWriMo. I meant to have this conversation with you even earlier this morning. Of course, I forgot not to turn off my alarm. Should I be worried I’m expanding on my novella? The Eve of a Cherry already has me feeling like a cheater. I have 19,360 words down, and Camp is different than the challenge which happens in November. Haven’t I forgotten to publish quite a few books at this rate Lady Sophia? Even now, I’m looking at twenty chapters of 2500 words each. How did I ever accomplish such a task once or twice, a lot more than that? All the time, I would blame The Day Job, and now I have all the days before me, and how did I begin? Well, at least we’re talking, again I never forget that; wish I could laugh.

Yes, I still do laugh from time to time. It’s not funny though that we had a heatwave, and when I finally succumb, I wake up freezing. Hilarity does not ensue when apparently I have grown so used to the humming that I can’t tell if it’s gone or not. I still remember that quote if you can make a girl laugh you can make her do anything. Too bad, I was dreaming about a whole crop of girls last night. For the NOVEL, I’m still not writing at this particular moment. I swear I have been chasing with my Willy, ever since Tenchi Universe and the episode “No Need for Swimsuits!” I could talk about looking up, “Ayeka Naked?” How I forget things like Coronavirus or silly stuff like survival and hating to lose.

Well, he who laughs last and Willy Plays The Fool.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 270 ~Will In The Wasteland~

Well, it’s done, the novella is finished, some 19,000 words and not a single person I can share it with. Camp NaNoWriMo is beginning in April, and I feel somewhat like a cheater because I’m only adding the desert of the fiction. Will In The Wasteland

Friday, March 27, 2020

Log 270 ~Will In The Wasteland~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which wouldn’t mean much if we’re all dead. Let me start by saying I’m so sorry. I swear this is what happens when you time-travel, and all the days begin to bleed together. Right now, it’s Wednesday, my lousy day, but shouldn’t I be talking about what I’m reading or writing Friday. We’ll get to that, but I am sorry for my bout of depression. Yesterday I was talking about literally being over the HUMP. Now leave it to a girl in a very big PINK bra, Reagan Kathryn, and the idea of some church sex.

Yes, Lady Sophia, you didn’t need to read that, but it was in the first part of my novella. Sorry to say it was in the last chapter of my novella, The End. Well, Lady Sophia, if you don’t like SPOILERS, here’s your OFFICIAL SPOILER ALERT. Everybody dies except for my character. I’m pretty sure Earth Erotic wouldn’t appreciate that ending. Do you remember when I was freaking out to hear from them? It’s been weeks, and what about iUniverse? I told them to shut-up after weeks of annoyance. So let’s talk about things I read like all those ads from Wish. At this point in the story, I’m tempted to say they’re the reason I keep getting all those warnings from Norton. You know, all I’ve ever wanted is to be desired. The ironic thing is, only criminals want me even in times such as these, the awaiting wasteland.

I am an American, yeah you hacking scumbags. Anyway, in the eyes of the world, that doesn’t impress. At least I can look forward to $1,200, but Trump is still in charge, so that’s doubtful. What would I do with the money anyway? It’s not like I’m living my dreams right about now. While I broke NO FAP, I have still been in isolation for SIGH five days. I’m going to have to go outside sooner or later, but with how I’ve been reading people? Lady Sophia, I’m a lover snickers, not a fighter, but I’m adding to my arsenal. Finally, NaNoWriMo is coming up in April. I’ve barely done 5000 words with all this time off in a single day. It also feels like cheating to expand on the novella I’ve just finished anyway.

Lady Sophia, I am the waste, Will In The Wasteland.

I Will Have No Fear