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

Log 263 ~Will Cover To Cover~

NaNoWriMo is coming up fast and I have no excuse not to write. Everything is shutting down, The Day Job is still going but with the Coronavirus? Let’s face it, am I “lazy,” never getting up early, staying up late. “Will Cover To Cover”

Friday, March 20, 2020

Log 263 ~Will Cover To Cover~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I hope that’s because I wrote a bestseller. Never forget Lady Sophia, my name is locked up someplace in junior college admissions. There’s a file somewhere in a law enforcement database. Even at the Day Job, while undoubtedly, there is a line that reads, “doesn’t play well with others.” It’s like I’m The Postman or Beta from The Walking Dead, I know you, you’re famous. To this day, I wouldn’t mind the notoriety of Le Marquis de Sade. Now, of course, if I expect to get anywhere, here’s the answer.

Where am I right now? I’m on the cover of my bed, and I tried Lady Sophia, honest. I ate nachos and went right to reading after. Will Smith said that having a Plan B distracts from Plan A. The Day Job pays the “bills,” keeps My Dæmon very much alive. I make up the covers, so I don’t end up in them, but even with all the time in the world, I stay up late. Not one week has gone by where I keep “it” in my pants. People are getting sick all over, so I hear, and I still sleep late like a baby. Yeah, so I can spend the whole day whining. What do I have to complain about, hmm? Well, is it the fact that I have to hide who I am from the world. Lady Sophia, it could be that people think they know me, my cover identity. Between the two, I don’t know who I am. As the song goes, “Ever since I got signed, I don’t know what’s real anymore,” Walk With Me.

Did I accomplish anything today? I finished Dark Notes, and I was so worried. You know I think I listen to these stories because I’ll do anything not to hear them. A little while ago, I looked up Court’s story. You remember the “horror” story her life that got me to sign up for Patreon? Now that was more of a confession, something for Inspector Echo. Anyway, it won’t stop me from reading Erotic fiction. One more reason I only listen to stories I’ve read once. Speaking of Erotic Fiction, I wonder what Earth Erotic thinks of my novella. I’ve never been one for making a good first impression. I’m worse with SIGH The End.

Making Will Cover To Cover.

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Episode 332 ~Which Red Witch Will~

If I didn’t say it today, three months but I believe I can have the money by June 30th, hell I still remember when I was banking on PCH to come here, and they did, and another person won. Which Red Witch Will, I have choices a thousand, shout praises

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Episode 332 ~Which Red Witch Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Millionaire right now. I’m going to have it all on June 30th. Now before you ask me where I pulled that number from (out of my butt)? No, let’s thank PCH always. Only I haven’t played it anywhere near how I once did. The Grand Prize will get me to Nevada and if not that, well? If I Had A Million Dollars as always.

So what’s the red witch, it was making myself feel bad in the shower; no not like that. We’ll get to it no doubt, but you know how my mind works. So I have to think about the worst thing I’ve done. Look at the Episode number. Remember why I started this blog once again. I wouldn’t allow myself to fall into anger Inspector Echo. Still, it remains, and the target is usually myself. That’s why I began repeating in my head, “June 30th.” The Universe will make a way; I could feel it more today. You know how I am at work usually, but I didn’t get tired. Brainbuddy is working, or it could be the Placebo Effect. Though I wanted to be sick to leave school, I tell myself I’m fine at work.

I’m fine, I’m great, but it’s hard. I can’t stress this enough; it’s so fucking hard (Language). I wish my neck were as powerful with this head not looking down. I have no directness of purpose besides the one million dollars. Can I blush, now that’s the question? What do I have to be embarrassed about Inspector? Chasing hoes (again Will) don’t get you paid. Spend no dough on the booty. My life goal does not change. I’ve proven that the more you have, the more you worry. There was a time I only had $300.00 to my name. I was going to spend that on some brunette or blonde. Hell, I’m surprised you know who didn’t kill my love of brunettes; driving me crazy.

So what’s with redheads and me. Besides the fact that I finished watching Lolita (1997) at Cherry’s behest. One of the few times I’ll admit I cared more for the movie than the book. That’s a great sin. Now she wants me to watch Pretty Baby (1978). Well, I did get her to read Sick Fux by Tillie Cole. Greater sins always await. Sorry but still Which Red Witch Will?

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Episode 325 ~Will You Come Early~

Three months to go again last year I gave myself the time to make a million dollars and how was I going to do that, write a book, hell I have several but also 99 Problems, and that’s not an excuse but where did the time go? “Will You Come Early”

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Episode 325 ~Will You Come Early~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Millionaire right now. So my worst sin of today is that I didn’t do it much sooner. Indeed I have long held the belief that if you’re on time, you’re late. Just if you’re early, you’re on time. Then I got my Day Job and how that panned out.

Now it’s not Thursday yet so I WILL behave myself, but I want to explode right now. I’ve never drunk a whole lot. Cigarettes are STUPID, and I was never an addict to any particular drug. Only when it comes to PMO (Porn, Masturbation, Orgasm), I’m still on NO FAP. Still holding back and I’m even pissed at myself some. Because I thought today would be the day. I’m not reading an Erotica title, and most of the porn around I control but Twitter sigh. There’s also the fact since I didn’t have anywhere to be today, guess where I am. I can still make the bed but other than B III I haven’t left my room to go anywhere.

Speaking of waking up early, three months Inspector Echo. As always, it’s to the point that I don’t text that pretty redhead anymore. Doesn’t that show I don’t have faith that I’ll make it to Nevada. I’ll have to text her sooner or later, but I want to with better news. Also in that what about MILF Dos? Too afraid to ask her for what I desire anymore. Hell, I shouldn’t though I still believe, there is more than enough to go around, my money affirmations. If it’s not her, it’s one of several girls, but I’ve never paid for a porn star. Ahem Mia Rose but I got my money back, and that was her and Amazon’s fault anyway.

The last thing I bought from Amazon were books. Self-help and something about money. Along with that crappy WWBM title I’m sorry to say. Which brings me back to today and what I should be reading. Instead, for the most part, I’m either sleeping or yearning for The Queen of The North, Sansa Stark, Sophie Turner. You know MILF Dos reminded me of her. I wish I had gotten into Game Of Thrones sooner, but you know I watched Sophie and Maisie in; you don’t want to know ha. Forgive me, Inspector Echo for being late and still asking the question, Will You Come Early.

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Episode 318 ~What The S Will~

Indiana Gone says often enough, “Get Your S*IT Together” well not to me, but when it comes to what I write and read, well last week, I talked about being sick but not that kind of illness and considering Alabama, hell I’m delightful. What The S Will.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Episode 318 ~What The S Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Millionaire right now, but as we have seen, money doesn’t make us all decent. As much as I would love to be Captain America, Miguel or Robby from Cobra Kai. Or even one of these people hating on Daenerys. I don’t deny my sins.

Captain America never had power, so when he gained it, he knew well enough about people without it. He used it to fight their oppressors. You know I consider money a form of energy and what’s the first thing I’ll be doing with it? My “September Fantasy.” As always Inspector Echo I’m not looking to be the hero. Am I still complaining about the fact that the rich, expect the poor to help the homeless? I don’t clothe the naked, okay collars, leashes, lingerie. My charity is held for those of B III’s persuasion and girls that take their clothes off for me. Now I need only be a man of my word. Still, I have until September, or this month if I can convince MILF Dos. Today I remain silent, silly, or scared so I ask What The Hell?

Yes, that’s what I said when I went to read this particular story and found it deleted. Now I don’t blame the blog owner one little bit. Inspector you know how reading the most horrific stories about young women gets me off. I read Erotica all the time, but it’s the true ones like all that went down with Angie Varona. Quite light compared to poor Amanda Todd and then the Cosplayer’s well damn. I don’t go looking for the broken, except in fiction. But lo and behold I find this “fictional” account about how young starlets get their gigs. Chloë Grace Moretz sigh, two writers spin this tale about her, and it creeped plenty of people out but me? Again being polite; I replaced Hell with “What The Fuck?”

My language right but it burns me up, along with the money in my pocket, positive vibes. Only, they’re not stopping me from sleeping, and that is something I can’t afford. Not if I expect to keep two young ladies screaming. A world in silence reading, or making it at all in a salacious industry. It all comes back to books, brothels, busty starlets. Now I’m speeding along, wanting to keep a promise. I’m sorry I even made it but somehow, What The S Will.

“If Women didn’t exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning.” Aristotle Onassis

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Episode 236 ~Contents May Explode Will~

They say the proof is always in the pudding, trust me when I say that is not what was coming out of my son when I returned to the house, I’m glad that mess is out of his system though but what about the contents of me. Contents May Explode Will.

Friday, February 22, 2019

Episode 236 ~Contents May Explode Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
How To Make One Million Dollars, if I keep my mouth shut at work… I wouldn’t even come close. If I continue to grow “wiser,” reading so many dozens of Kindle books, I’m sure I’ll make that amount but for somebody else. Like Skye Warren needs more of my money. How about a self-cleaning doggie pad or litter box, they have those?

Like “B III” has a new nickname “Brown Dynamite” but we’ll get to that. Considering it was the better part of my day and I won’t blame B III for getting sick. Only I feel ill every day I go to work; it’s how I know I have guts. My brain is being bombarded by music, motivations, and musings, that I’m dying to tell you and the other girls. Only all that comes out is this rush of rubbish and rubble always. As dangerous as writing is this is the least harm I can do to myself or anybody. I didn’t even post yesterday, but I didn’t fight either, I didn’t give into my WRATH.

Now LUST Lady Sophia, shit (Language) there’s a reason I didn’t get done writing until around ten last night. Too busy drooling; yeah, don’t I wish, fapping over Angie Varona’s incredible tits. Oh and Jessica Nigri, throw Whitney Wright and “Okay” under the bus. It only got worst this morning in the shower. I don’t know what I’m more ashamed of, what came out of the big head or the little one and why am I telling you? Now that’s the question. Someone asked me, why I have my reasons. You know my lust after one girl broke me and blogging is putting the pieces back together. And if it’s not that then I’m looking for someplace, something or someone, strangely I like writing daily.

Blogging brings me back to Triple B, how before I could start writing I had to clean up his mess. Whatever was wrong this morning? So it got me to wondering a while that I still haven’t done a thing with the trash that is my life. So many books that have never seen the light of day. While I so want to give into my Wrath and I indulge Lust; it’s SLOTH that is the worst. I don’t get up at all unless I’m mad as Hell or ready to fuck. Come on I know dirtier words still awesome to hear the MILF say it though. I’m going to explode if I don’t talk to her again if I don’t ask the other MILF out. If I don’t escape my cage, write my book, save my son, everything I am; Contents May Explode Will.

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Episode 229 ~Will, Nope, B’s Daddy~

Why so down on myself today, a failure at most things in my life but then the ball of fluff has turned fourteen, as the priest exclaimed art thou happy or as Michelle Branch sang, are you happy now, the odds of seeing her boobs? Will, Nope, B’s Daddy

Friday, February 15, 2019

Episode 229 ~Will, Nope, B’s Daddy~

Hey Lady Sophia,
How To Make One Million Dollars, rewrite history, can I make math harder. Invest in bulletproof accessories sigh. The joys of education; my big three are not reading, writing and arithmetic though they should be. Only for me, it’s, stupid people, my looking stupid and honestly being stupid my dear Lady Sophia.

I got a taste of all three today but let’s start with the thought of using a pseudonym for my writing. I mean, all honesty it’s too late “Will’s Writings, Witticisms, And Wisdom.” Thank you Karen Marie Moning, Alessandra Torre, Pepper Winters, Ker Dukey, and K. Webster. What was I saying about reading, since I haven’t been doing much of it these days? As far as using a pseudonym for my novels? So people don’t know “what” I am, you can tell plenty about a man from his reading selections, Sir’s Salacious Studies? Now I’ve never read “The Circle” by Dave Eggers. (I saw the movie). Are there more depressing, dirtier, destructive words? Well, of course, there are though I’m still hesitant to say them because of my “great” name?

Because I’m a parent… I don’t think B III cares. He is getting too old for this “crap,” and so am I, but he still has his cute face. I still remember the day a man offered me $500.00, hell people have written checks of up to $900. I write again and again that Triple B IS MY SON and at the same time he protects me. Will can’t do anything but B III’s Daddy will do anything. My actions more than back that up which is one more reason I’m writing late. I know Lady Sophia, take responsibility like S Wolf, Todd Michaels, or Vladimir Nabokov. There’s a reason I forget male “sex” writers, but they’re braver than me.

Smarter considering what women can say about a man. In most of my stories, a woman ends up spreading her legs. Of course, I’m a breast man, and I want to write novels about this. Worse because how much did I pay the MILF again and now I want to join a Patreon only to see some girl’s boobs. A crime and I was thinking of the MILF, the Cosplayer, two of my friends are all victims of sexual crimes. Hence my “attraction.” Makes me sound horrible right, victim-hood and innocence being a turn on. The thing is none of these people hide, not even M. Night Shyamalan so why can’t I be me. People are stupid, I looked in the mirror and saw it, and I failed a Spanish class and French so, in English. Will is scary, Will is skeevy, and Will is Stupid; Will, Nope, B’s Daddy.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 222 ~Will Call You Later~

I use my phone for everything but calls, and when it does ring, it’s always bad news and when I have to call… well, I can’t say I’m any different, but there’s still tomorrow isn’t there but if I could call someone? Will Call You Later.

Friday, February 8, 2019

Episode 222 ~Will Call You Later~

Hey Lady Sophia,
How To Make One Million Dollars, if all of my characters chipped in a dollar; well, probably more than that, and what about my “loves” and I am a little down on myself about losing “it” again thinking of one pretty lady in particular unlike the two in my blog last night.

As always there’s someone to call for stressing me out, whether intentional like my “father” or people that don’t know they’re doing it, like the man that came out to treat for termites. It’s my neighbors that I might have to wave to, and you know that I want children “two-legged ones” someday but that doesn’t mean I have a clue how to deal with them, I almost had a heart attack as B III’s leash got stuck on his collar. As for being trapped, the day job; it’s like being in room 1408 even if you leave, you never do, seven years of my life and that’s the thing, institutionalized maybe, what are my motivations always saying, when you want to “succeed” as much as you want that next breath, well there you go.

So I keep telling my characters that I’ll call them, today, maybe tomorrow, do you ever think that they could be out there and as a writer, a god you stop talking to them and what happens next. What about the Future Wife, Dirty Diana, whatever girl I was writing poetry about at any given time, remember my LSD Tirade with the Winx Club, before they got the black one? The fantasies, wealth, women, and the world will have to wait until I get up off my behind won’t they because in reality when the phone rings I either don’t pick up, dad, or the day job, what about the dumb spammers, one more worry.

Only I don’t worry about that man in the mirror that I’ve been staring at more and more since I caught sight of my teeth, sometimes I even forget I don’t want to answer anybody but especially not him. How about Triple B, when it’s not dark outside, and he’s ready to go out, five more minutes, another hour, one more day… no siblings, no mom, only a dad who’s ears are too filled with motivations, my promises, and monsters. Too many, I can’t hear the call of the man I should be, the woman that wants me, or whatever that force is I pray to, to protect my little boy but every now and again something does get through… maybe Will Call You Later.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 215 ~Forty, William To Will~

All it takes to motivate me, sleep, sex, or a speech and that also explains why I’m not writing, and at this rate, I’ll never make it to forty but then what’s my age again… does it matter to the man in the mirror? Forty, William To Will, but not yet.

Friday, February 1, 2019

Episode 215 ~Forty, William To Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
How To Make One Million Dollars, forget who you are; can’t say I have ever seen myself as an actor, I don’t use a pen name, I have nothing but respect for porn stars but “Willie Long Stroke” will probably never see the light of day, and B III is camera shy. We are who we choose to be, but the thing is I feel sort of like a transformer instead of one that should constantly “EVOL” if you spell that backward you get love but anyway it’s like every day I forget who I am to be either worse or what others expect and then you.

I need you to remind me of whoever; leave it to a man to want to know what he looks like through a woman’s eyes… in touch with his feminine side, someone said about Todd Chrisley. Make no mistake Lady Sophia, I would fuck the Hell out of Savannah Chrisley (watch your language) needed to get some manhood points back after this morning finally losing my “No Fap” streak after forty days. All it took was Court Carmody, my MILF pornstar, Savannah Chrisley, Ellen Page, and Sabrina Nichole; can’t say I’m not equal opportunity pervert.

A man can say more with a woman on his arm than anything but god I love writing, and so you ask me Lady Sophia why I’m not doing it more often, why don’t I FOCUS… hell, I need to write a list of words like that. No, I would rather listen, if you asked me did my father ever give me any sage advice then the answer is no, but I spend my days on Spotify getting MOTIVATED by Eric Thomas, Tom Bilyeu, Fearless Motivation. On Youtube I see videos of Greg Plitt, Will Smith; I read Dennis Hof and how I am trying to finish Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, never too old to stop learning, a plethora of dirty things made so dull.

Something I never want to be, BORING, AVERAGE, a TRYER and I’m possibly that much worse Lady Sophia but mostly I’m EXHAUSTED, and as the song goes, It Doesn’t Matter, but here we are having wasted another day. In a little more than five years I will be forty, and if I live that long I can’t only be Will, I refuse, but I see a better man slipping away daily, Forty, William To Will.

I Will Have No Fear