Gospel 198 ~Will A Medieval Hour…~

Is it the dark ages, the middle ages, the renaissance, the plague era? Somehow or another, I get up to read whenever, but I also want to learn. I’m a father who loves his son as much as Jeffery loves Galen, but what time is it. “Will A Medieval Hour”

Friday, January 15, 2021

Gospel 198 ~Will A Medieval Hour…~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I should have plenty of time to read. How about listen, listen, hear, and understand. Well, first off, I don’t like listening to books I’ve never read, sorry Audible. Second I can go to sleep to “almost” anything. Yeah, I told myself I should stop reading in bed. At least I’m going to write a short review on this loveseat instead. Hell, what time did I go to sleep last night, and still I couldn’t get up at 4 AM? What did I read again?

Willing Trying A Different Alchemy
All that glitters is not gold. Sometimes it’s a fire in the night sky. It could be both the beautiful and tragic memories of the human mind. Yet it could also be the bedside lamp, the glow of a screen, and the dawn of a new day. A guy has to read when he can, and I’ll try to remember what I can about A Different Alchemy by Chris Dietzel. A story of a father’s love for his child mixed in with several tales of that father’s life. Heartbreaking and yet awe-inspiring in one. So why only three stars, hmm?

I enjoyed how the story is told through Jeffery’s eyes from both the current and within flashbacks. There is also a view of the world that has been decaying. All due to the Great De-Evolution which is going on. Look at it as the living dead meets “Me Before You.” Jeffery is a military man that undergoes a tragedy, and really how does anyone get over it. He runs in one direction. While the rest of humankind heads in the other. Besides the ability to get by on his own, he has one more advantage. It’s a tank. So he goes leaving his wife Katherine and the remnants of society.

On a personal level, the relationship between him and his son Galen shook me. My son isn’t a “block,” but he’s got half-blind. Oh, and I have to carry him around sometimes, clean-up after him, feed him, etc.

We see joys and sorrows of Fatherhood and then taking care of an invalid. This novel should make everyone think about what that would be like. Then imagine those invalids are the reason the world is coming to an end. It was too many of them like there were too many smaller stories I’m having trouble remembering now. Jeffery’s mind, the thoughts of his poor boy, will stick, though. Willing Trying A Different Alchemy.

Reading Will A Medieval Hour

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Gospel 191 ~The Island Will What…~

If only my own thoughts were as thorough as my book reviews. Oh wait, what time did I get up this morning? Yeah, my Dæmon has a vet appointment. Plus, I’ve been reading and watching my country go to Hell. The Island Will What

Friday, January 8, 2021

Gospel 191 ~The Island Will What…~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and once again, I’m going to buy the best bed ever. Yep seeing as how I work from it all the time, and Hell, I know I shouldn’t. My island… speaking of which I owe a book review, so I’ll try.

THEY say no man is an island. From many a story of any man or an island, it rarely works out well. And whatever you do, don’t put said man and a pretty girl on said island. You won’t find a love story in Gary Paulsen’s work of The Island. Okay, maybe a tiny one. Yep between Our protagonist Wil, and Susan but that’s left somewhat up in the air. I find the author to find love in nature and learning. A young man… SIGH teenager all by his lonesome explains why this remains a favorite of mine even now.

Wil Neuton, a “typical” teen at 15, moves out to the boonies with his family and finds an island. No real complexity, and at the same time, one of those you have to see it or read it to believe it. It’s one of those moments of self-discovery every teen goes through, minus the good fortune of avoiding outside influences. Wil has the middle of nowhere to figure things out, but things can’t ever be thus. It wouldn’t be much of a story, cut to farm girl Susan, scared parents, a bully. There’s no outrunning life, but this book helps.

Now It’s rare for me, at least, to read a book that I relate to in such ways. Hell, I lived parts of this story. Most of it, I had no choice… “school” sucks, I know. Again everyone goes through this period at some point. Then yeah, “pretty, pretty, girls.”

The novel is full-on believable. Not the, oh, I’m suddenly a guru portion but the idea of coming into one’s own. The fact that thinking in new ways can terrify people, especially those closest to you. The whole somewhat romance being pushed to the side. If anything, I only didn’t like the tale sort of being left up in the air. I guess I got spoiled by the author’s “Hatchet” series, which I still haven’t read the last one. I’m 36. Where does the time go? The moon and stars, the basement, ha. But Five Stars, The Island Will What…

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Gospel 184 ~A Few Words Will~

Happy New Year, but I’m still me, tend to ramble on too often, follow many writing rules nobody does, and confuse as all Hell. Of course, you know my views on the word Happy, but I am trying; it’s only one word. A Few Words Will.

Friday, January 1, 2021

Gospel 184 ~A Few Words Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, should become “I AM Happy right now.” Brevity is the soul of wit and all that. Still, I have to write four hundred words. Okay (takes a deep breath) Happy New Year, Lady Sophia. As the song goes, “Just Got Paid,” I’m working on downloads, and I found my favorite book in Kindle form. How’s that for gratitude starting today, right?

Now you’re saying I’m not sounding like myself. A talk with Lady Lu will clear that up. Let’s say that I’m trying something new and leave it at that. Of course, speaking, AHEM, it gets easier, I know it. No, um, I got to be me, and I literally need some air, but I tried. Lady Sophia, do you remember that movie, “The Pagemaster?” The way Macaulay Culkin had the three books? They were characters, Adventure, Fantasy, and Horror. I’ve seen this done in various ways and even in my writing, um, Gospel 170 Will Rings The Belle. So for a brief second there, I was thinking about giving in to one emotion, which was “Happy.” Yeah, no, Now I wasn’t joking about replacing the Billionaire shtick. That’s if I remember to. If I do have a billion, and by the end of my blogging year, I should get busy.

Speaking of which ha, my New Year’s Resolutions. Yesterday I brought up Log 188 Bold, Willing, And Able. Number eleven on that list was “I AM Speaking Positivity Into My Life.” I got a bit carried away, new year trying to ONLY be positive… Newspeak. Honestly, My Lady, I was beginning to feel like Alaria when Ian wanted to change her. Or when Veil told Sunny that we are slaves to our nature, something to that effect. While I was caught up not reading the novel I purchased, I saw this quote from my downloads.

“A man chooses, a slave obeys.” Andrew Ryan – Bioshock

Well, this morning, I chose to put myself to the hazard of reading twenty-five books this year. No wonder I decided to go with something safe. The thing is, “safe” is only one more word. Should I have gone “crazy” and fired my gun like all the other people yesterday?

The word I focused on last night after finishing my final book of the year was happy. You know that word, and I don’t get along. But one little word, yep, A Few Words Will.

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Gospel 177 ~It’s Christmas, Willie B~

Do you really want to know what I’m doing on Christmas morning? Dreaming might be a good way to say it. Plus, everyone knows I don’t go a day without reading and writing, though today, Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas. It’s Christmas, Willie B

Friday, December 25, 2020

Gospel 177 ~It’s Christmas, Willie B~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so Merry Christmas. Fair Warning, today of all days, but I am a writer, “I give the truth scope.” I don’t like to lie, but today will be a work of utter and complete FICTION. Please understand, My Lady, this is what I want for Christmas. Yet, I can’t help but be honest (cough) negative? If it wasn’t Christmas, we would be discussing the language of Will. Next time, right? Instead, I woke up after a solid seven hours of sleep. I read, had hot chocolate, I’m listening to Christmas Tuneage…

NEAR Future, Will’s Christmas Story:
“Did you get any sleep last night?” My Love asks.

“A few minutes, maybe,” I sigh.

Too few, to be honest, and I don’t mean to be a downer, but I’m no handyman. Everyone deserves to spend Christmas with their family, so of course, I was left to my own devices. With three daughters, a son, one on the way, and my Dæmon. That leaves a lot of them to be put together for today.

And you, baby?” I inquire.

“Missed you but good,” she muses, sharing a soft kiss.

“Good,” I respond, pulling her gently as she smiles down.

“This good you speak of, it will be my doing as well,” she quotes from a movie, A Knight’s Tale. “Now read your book; the kids are already up too.”

Already I can hear their pitter-patter footsteps and their laughter. As they play by the tree even from the bedroom.

A few hours later, I’m stuffed but still wide awake. Boys marry girls that remind them of their mothers. Well, My Love can definitely cook like my Mom. Christmas brunch, maybe dinner, I don’t know how I’ll eat another bite today. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, chicken wings, ham, a literal feast.

“Katniss, Tris, Ember, Four,” my Mom croons, hugging her grandkids.

“Hey,” Tobias scoffs, knowing I name the majority of my kids from books, in this case, Divergent Tobias aka Four.

“Tobias,” she laughs as my Dæmon runs to her too.
It’s my family, Mom, sister, nephews, my BFF with hubby.

It’s been a good day. My wife would kill me if I said, “Another day.” Only I have all I ever wanted, especially when she slips back into the bedroom wrapped in a red bow.

“Eat your heart out, Santa.”

Flash fiction… Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas. It’s Christmas, Willie B

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Gospel 170 ~Will Rings The Belle~

I’ve said before, I tell myself stories to go to sleep at night. When I’m not being the typical person. You know, diddling around on the phone, I review more tales or ask myself “the big questions.” Will Rings The Belle.

Friday, December 18, 2020

Gospel 170 ~Will Rings The Belle~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can probably afford therapy. No, instead, I choose to live in books, to WRITE, and to hold conversations with myself daily. All-day, I’ve been thinking about the number seven. There are seven sins, days, people, and what now?

Of course, I look towards myself, my PRIDE with the Man in The Mirror, every Sunday. It hurts to know that he has not suffered as I have, but I’m a survivor, as the song goes. My grandma used to say I was full of pride… I don’t see it.

Now Monday’s for most, are challenging, which is why I engage in SLOTH. I mean, come on, I make a bunch of rules I don’t live by. At the Day Job, I wear the same thing every day and skirt the “laws” that I can outside this house around me.

I ENVY the man who talks to his Future Wife every Tuesday. He’s living the life of my dreams. He complains to her to make her run off, and why? Would he rather be me? Maybe he’s staring at himself, but it’s through the eyes of his beloved and so…

I’m still waiting for WRATH on Wednesday. I announce my sins, and someday I’m going to slip up and say something that will end me. M Anime said I might have a thing about powerful women like cops and soldiers. Inspector Echo is inspired by Inspector Carla Valenti, “Indigo Prophecy.”

Thursday, of course, is all about LUST. It’s a temptation. It’s Like slacking Thursday knowing Friday is coming. Truth be told, there was a particular website that offered free downloads on Wednesday night. I suppose Thursday I get to brag but haven’t been there in ages. Love and Lust, Dear Future Wife meets Dirty Diana.

So today is Friday and GREED. In case you’re wondering what any of this has to do with books or writing… The very idea of writing this stems from a book I read once, Lust: by Ker Dukey, part of the Elite Seven Series. How many ideas have I claimed?

Saturday is GLUTTONY. As Spotify has pointed out, AHEM, I’m just a “Sucker For Pain.” Hell, the whole reason I started writing this blog was that I feed on “Humiliations Galore.” Isn’t that Wednesday? Well, I need more, ha. Ker Dukey and Eric Vall, but how
Will Rings The Belle.

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Gospel 163 ~Will Brings His Genre~

“What’s my age again,” as the song goes? My “father” was here selling my first car, which was junk, I know. Everyone thinking I can’t drive my second car. Only there’s a lot of things I can’t do, like writing. “Will Brings His Genre,” it’s been a day

Friday, December 11, 2020

Gospel 163 ~Will Brings His Genre~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, only not really. Also, I can’t share my writing genre with you because it’s not Thursday… ahh, Dirty Diana. Can’t say I’m in the mood either. Oh, you know me, but for now, I’m wishing COVID-19 took a heavier toll population-wise, SIGH. Once again, my Republican tendencies, and what a horrible thing to think, let alone write. Now we both know it’s a lot more acceptable than what I usually put on the page. It’s a sad state of affairs wishing death upon my fellow man. All because I hate DRIVING?

Sure I lost one car today. Well, my father sold it to a scraper or somebody today. It wasn’t like I was driving it ever. On top of that, the car I’m cruising in; well, I guess everyone thinks I don’t know what I’m doing behind the wheel. I’m not all Fast & Furious enough. Fury is one thing I understand far too well. Only in this part of the story, its purpose is to keep back the despair. I won’t go back to reading Dale Carnegie anytime soon. What about writing my own Self-Help book? As always, what motivates me. We can’t discuss it. Much like the book, I’m currently reading. Yes, it’s another one for the holidays by C. M. Steele. I can’t say I’m getting in a very festive mood. There was even a point in my life where I wrote some holiday poetry, but I was only seeing green dollars… NOT.

If I had been, then indeed, I would be writing a review for some miracle pill. Is that science fiction Lady Sophia? Some drugs will take my Fear, Fury and make me Forget about today. I do tend to write about how I imagine my future. No zombie overruns usually. Interesting, writing, and not writing are so hard. I could tell you all about the horrors of my world. Only you wouldn’t find them so terrifying because in my eyes you… I have Lady Lu’s look down, and I hate the man in the mirror but yours; seven deadly sins? However, what genre would I call these conversations? I’m definitely not happy. History was my former FAVORITE subject. I did try my hand at being a songwriter once upon a time. I’m a drama queen…

Bad endings like Far Cry 5, Will Brings His Genre

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Gospel 160 ~Through Your Eyes Will~

It’s nearly 3 AM, and I can barely keep my eyes open, so it looks like I’ll be wasting tomorrow well today. If only I had someone to waste it with that didn’t have four legs. “Through Your Eyes Will,” I have four eyes, so I’m complaining because

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Gospel 160 ~Through Your Eyes Will~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I still haven’t seen it all. Don’t get it twisted; I’ve looked at every dime of my money or ours, I should say, right? I’m all for 50-50, the 80-20 concept, and 20-20 vision, though after this year. So much to say with foggy glasses. People say that love is blind. Others say it was love at first sight. As for me… when I close my eyes, at least it isn’t the tune of an old white man. You knew I had to break out with Kylie Minogue’s Love at First Sight and Janet Jackson’s That’s The Way Love Goes.

I have always been one for tradition. My love, I am one for the fairy tale. Now no one teaches you to fall in love. As “silly” as it sounds, I always figured one day I would see “Her,” and that would be the end. First time I ever felt that… high school, senior year. Well, you can say that’s when I found my type. Are you that, are you the dream that I imagined. To be honest, you know my musical taste, so I can be open to a lot. On that note, how about another song, I Only Have Eyes for You. Then you ask how was work… However, I find Abby Knox’s book a lot more fascinating and how Bear’s character is. That’s exactly how I fell in love, minus the snowstorm. While I’m loving the masks, if I’m cold, the only place I’ll be looking is to a roaring fire and my warm bed… well, ours.

Only that’s not the reason I’m so late tonight or this morning. I have three words for you, Quest For Camelot. Garrett was blind, and he fell in love with Kayley. He’s another man I can relate to, seeing how he was a hermit until he met her. And Here I Am with you. Yeah, you knew the white men would creep in from Bryan Adams to Vasily Zaytsev and Evan and Jaron (Crazy for This Girl). You would think with all this music, I would be more for my ears than eyes. I’m no one for religion, but I swear I’ve heard God in song. Colorado All-State Treble Choir (Down in the River to Pray). Still, I don’t expect to see him or her anytime soon, for, um reasons…

Baby Doll, you’re like a book. That’s high praise, you know I want to get a tattoo of my dæmon’s name I can read every day. I write books and poetry for a living, amongst other things. So I want to read you Always and Forever. Now I have nothing against Audible these days but actually seeing every line, every curve. I have to see. Still, the two of us here in the dark together. When it comes to you, love, allow me… I want to know what love is; I want you to show me. Through Your Eyes Will

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Gospel 140 ~Willing By The Days~

What day is it again? Now those MAGA Hats can, in the words of DX, “Suck It.” At the moment, I’m all for MWGA… doesn’t have the same ring. Not to mention I can’t remember the last time I felt great. “Willing By The Days”

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Gospel 140 ~Willing By The Days~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that’s not why I forgot about you. If anything, I’m forgetting what it feels like to be okay. One of my motivations says, “You did not wake up today to be mediocre.” How I can say at this moment, why yes I did Inspector. Yesterday or today at four in the morning, I planned on doing a great many things. I need a haircut; I should go shopping as everyone is in an uproar. Now it ain’t all bad. I did do 1,900 words. I got my Imp to take his meds for once but will he again? No humiliations.

Now they will come, Inspector Echo. We’re heading into Thanksgiving next week. Can you believe that I actually remembered that? If I think I’m wiped out right about now, I’m in trouble, I’m in real big trouble, as the song goes. Endure and Survive, right? Inspector Echo, the thing is, I’m not sure I want to. No, as always, I’m not suicidal. Only I can’t name a whole lot of stuff that is bringing me joy right now. I have Eric Vall, but his books are saying, expect a twist. I fall asleep to Far Cry 5 stories, reviews, walkthroughs. Fighting my addictions are a bitch, pardon my French. I don’t have anything to be bragging about, and again I have my story to write. So here I am fighting for the days to fly-by, and I only have myself to blame for this mess.

Of course, I could stop, at this second, I want to lie in bed and do nothing. The good news is tonight I won’t be going to bed at 4:00 AM yet again. The bad news is, what will I be doing this weekend. I have a chance to catch up now. I could even do it tonight, but um? Yeah, that’s right. I’ll make promises, and then I’ll cut off my alarm and go right back to sleep. Oh, except for my occupation that’s going to treat me like garbage and make me despise myself. I keep going through Hell, and it’s much bigger than I could ever imagine. Strangely hate isn’t as strong as I hoped, and don’t talk to me about love right now, Inspector Echo. Sorry.

I get back to you only to be down on myself? Willing By The Days

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Gospel 133 ~Sink Or Swim Will~

As the saying goes, sweat, blood, and tears, along with plenty of other stuff I rather not talk about because I’m much too weak. The only good news is, it allowed me to work on my book with no distractions. “Sink Or Swim Will,” too bad I don’t drink.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Gospel 133 ~Sink Or Swim Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I could probably afford the top-shelf booze. If anything, I would kill for an alcohol problem. Okay, I know that’s pretty offensive with the people I know. Still, at this juncture, as Emperor Palpatine put it, “I’m too weak.” In other news, I got back to working on my book. How do THEY say the end justifies the means? Only I wouldn’t count 2000 words as a victory, but it’s way more than what I give on an average day, to say I did.

From sweating about my book to someone else’s. K Webster to be specific. Yes, I know it’s been about a week now, but that book is still messing with me. The most I’ve done on Goodreads is report a spammer. Yet here I am, worried about reading some second book. Yes, this is Lady Sophia’s thing, but after K Webster, I got into A.J. Markam again for peace. So why did I almost cry at the ending of the fourth novel? I believe I brought up Ian and Alaria. Spoiler Alert as the music crescendos, “And she’s dead, she’s dead.” Discombobulated… I don’t know if that should be a hated word or most liked one? How about procrastination because? Besides everything else, I have been drowning in emails trying not to talk about anything. Oh yeah, just like yesterday, right?

I could blame all the dog slobber trying to get my Dæmon to take his meds. I don’t know what to tell you, Inspector Echo, but he’s got it into his head that he hates it now. I cry over books, but never him. He’s my son, I love him like pancakes, how about syrup? Interesting that it may become a rare commodity with the way things are going on in this country. It’s like a flood of crap, and that’s why I’m losing my mind to the fiction of everything else. Have we talked about COVID-19 lately? Should I head to a dentist soon? The masks won’t last forever, Inspector Echo. Now since my eyes are decent, how do I expect to ever find the Maggie to my Glenn. Yeah, I should stop that train of thought right there and say Happy Veteran’s Day? Does that sound right, Echo?

I was in Navy boot camp once, but couldn’t swim ever; Sink Or Swim Will.

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Gospel 054 ~Be Something They Can’t Solve~

Is it still morning? I’ve had a few revelations since the beginning and the ending of this conversation, so I won’t complain. Why won’t I, though; I’m pretty complicated or so everyone thinks. “Be Something They Can’t Solve.”

Monday, August 24, 2020

Gospel 054 ~Be Something They Can’t Solve~

Hundred And Fifty-First Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and THEY all ask how? Here’s a question for you; since when did I become THEY? In all honesty, I’m wondering how I’m even awake or fighting all my “primal” urges from one moment to the next.

Nobody Knows, THEY Don’t Know, please stop me, Madam Justice, before I turn into another Spotify channel. Okay, one more, “be a simple kind of man.” I wish I was. When did I become so Complicated? I’m Hot N Cold.

It’s having to lie. I’ve told you before that I can’t stand to liars or to lie. It’s like smoking, I suppose, you feel good, but at the end of the day, you’re killing yourself. Hell, we’re all dying, but there’s no rush, or I don’t want it to be… well not today anyway. It’s why we create the mystery, but I’m not at all.

I say I want to be something they can’t solve, but every day I’m right here. I’m like one of those Playboy sheets of turn-ons and turn-offs. The answer is right before their faces, but they don’t want to accept the truth of me. Does the same go for me? When I was still talking to MILF Tres, she told me things and then me and my big mouth. Maybe I didn’t hear it correctly with MILF Uno, and again I answered wrong. As with MILF Dos, I talked too damn much, I should have waited to see her Yabbos again and just shut up.

See that right there. I love Yabbos, I like books. Usually erotica or YA with a pretty heroine. You know I’m not one for swearing every single breath. Except for the beautiful Irish Youtuber Katie O’Shaughnessy. I have no qualms about violence, but I hate the NRA, and I even own a gun. So why is everyone trying to figure me out? Of course, there is my friend who says I give myself far too much credit. Yes, my PRIDE.

I’m a fan of all seven sins, though my favorite will always be LUST thank you, Ker Dukey. I’ve read four of her books actually, and I’m only finding that out now. Besides my discoveries, there are the things I have to hide always because if people did know everything…

I’m a black man in America, cages are used as easy answers for my “kind.” Be Something They Can’t Solve

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