Gospel 136 ~Don’t Stop Will Now~

Last week I said that I couldn’t get 5000 words down… AHEM 5400, but it’s past midnight, and at this rate, I might as well be all Forrest Gump “since I’ve gone this far.” Man cannot live on a cup of popcorn shrimp. Don’t Stop Will Now

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Gospel 136 ~Don’t Stop Will Now~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and to be honest, I’m not having a good time. More Money, More Problems, as the song goes. Well, with one-word irk, “Writing.” Allow me to be a broken record in this, More Writing, More Writing. Indeed 5000 words Lady Lu. I owe you an apology Lady Lu because you see what time it is 11:45 PM. Yeah, I was having too good a time until 2:00 PM, I suppose, when I decided to start working. I’m still in the hole by about um yep another 5000 words. Only I promised.

Last night, I said I would use this weekend to catch up. If I keep up this pace? As always, I know that I can get it done if I want to. That’s like saying I can finally get My Dæmon to take his meds. I still haven’t found a sure-fire method for either being real. Now, as far as writing goes, okay, one I know I can get this done if I simply buckle down and do the damn thing. Two, I don’t know why I’m trying so hard when I know how I’ll feel with the end result. Three SIGH, I’ll pay for a NaNoWriMo shirt. Why do I want to earn it so badly? All I know is right now is that everything hurts, and if I stop for a second, I’m never going to get this done. Now that scares me because it’s like the Day Job. If you’re going through Hell, you don’t stop for anything ever. Enjoying the view?

It’s why I tried my strategy of “Build The World In Thirty Days” for once. The title could use some tuning, but in my story, I’m only going between the United States and the U.K.

So NOT around the world, and I’m definitely not saving it, not my limited “Willpower.” One of the motivations I once listened to would say you only need three words. “Whatever It Takes.” I could also add to that “Burn The Boats.” While I’m looking for inspiration, it would explain why I’ve been watching Star Trek: DS9, Pacific Rim, DBH.

Hell, I’ve even been getting into the jams of the “cult classics” ha-ha in Far Cry 5. What’s one more pop culture reference AHEM, Where The Red Fern Grows Lu. God pushed over my tree, “WRITE,” Don’t Stop Will Now.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 135 ~Will You Behave Please…~

Last week I talked about real people yelling, and now it’s a bunch of people I have created. At least “my character” was just a gravedigger until he discovered the right/wrong body. Better to read from great writers, hmm? Will You Behave Please…

Friday, November 13, 2020

Gospel 135 ~Will You Behave Please…~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still intend to follow the law. Okay, that’s a lie, sort of Sophia. I’ll go all “Cult of Ralston,” like in Eric Vall’s book. Yes, I’m still reading, and I have a God awful amount of writing to do tonight. The Dæmon isn’t helping. However, I could say the same thing about my phone. You know I still haven’t gotten around to listening to all of M. Anime’s messages. There’s a reason I don’t use Dragon Naturally Speaking. Also, I’m always listening to music or videos from wherever SIGH.

The good news is; I’m starting to enjoy reading again. I’m repeating myself, but after two books leaving me “freaked,” Eric Vall has been a welcome change. Now It seems my days have been filled with new and old books being shoved in my face, more procrastination. Even the bottles on my Dæmon’s medication are welcome. Only my hands are always smelling like hot dogs. Today I had to almost throw the gate to block his path of escape. My Boy has become quite the connoisseur when it comes to his food. I should be. Sometime tonight, we’ll get to that or maybe next week? I’ve got dinner to make, and I was so looking forward to a nice grilled chicken salad with all the fixings. It beats looking at another bucket of chicken Sophia.

A grave is a human bucket, right? I don’t know if that makes any sense. Only my characters in “Sinning The Cherry On Top” aren’t either. Can I say for the record? Um, is it wrong to talk about my novel in a particular genre? I won’t dare compare myself to some of the greats. Last night I spoke about how Trump crept into my book. You should turn away if you don’t want SPOILERS. So the gentleman looking to bankrupt The Moondust is a father “avenging” his daughter. Someone blackmailing politicians at The Moondust.

Interestingly enough, all these people are way smarter than me. We have Dr. Sarah Annora Haven. There’s also the wife of the owner in Evie Gabriela Bennett. The father, Mr. Fae, but I still need to come up with more of his name for sure.

I’m not a doctor, I like intelligent women, and I’m not British. No, I’m more like my character, a former gravedigger. Will You Behave Please…

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

Every time I think about the things I’ve said to a woman, I remember who’s President until January. Well, I don’t have a few million Twitter followers; I preferred to write a book first, ha. Is it better than The Art of the Deal? Trump Lacks The Will

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Gospel 134 ~Trump Lacks The Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now but don’t ever let me piss off as many women as President Trump. I never want to be as creepy as President-Elect Biden, but today is supposed to be joyful. Let’s say I have one more reason I need to turn off my phone. However, I did read Succubus Lord 4 by Eric Vall. Now, much like Jacob, I am building my harem by way of my book with NaNoWriMo. I swear, why must I be such a downer between Succubus 4 by A.J. Markam and Stroke of Midnight. I’ve been too much into Fapping as is, all the stress.

Didn’t I sort of “suggest” yesterday that I needed to come… you know, to get any writing done? Tonight I told myself that anytime I got HARD, I’d go ahead and add 100 words to my quota. Now technically, I broke that promise, but I did get another 2000 words. Which leads me to why that is. For the most part, right this second, I would say Jessica Nigri. While I was writing tonight, one of my characters. “Sarah Annora Haven,” aka Reagan Kathryn, the cosplayer, noticed something. A lot of girls have green eyes. Interestingly enough, I can say that I haven’t been staring at Cherry’s Yabbos the entire time. For sure, Tifa Lockhart’s, and don’t make me look up Brandy Woods “Debbie” from the 1973 film “The Cheerleaders.”

Of course, each of these girls ended up in my novel and “Spank Bank,” SIGH, but I’m trying. I still haven’t managed to go for one week, and you know porn keeps me awake. Unlike others, I’m sort of like Dennis Hof. How does that song go, “The Wanderer?” Strangely I could get my wish with the state of politics in the country. A guy like me always finds the hottest piece of ass in an apocalypse. Yeah, I know I was being all sorts of crude, but I want to be in bed asleep now. Yet again, I should quit my damn phone, yes. If anything, I should cut off all social media because Trump has crept into my story. It wouldn’t be the first time, but to be honest, I never looked up Stormy Daniels until him. How about the AT&T girl… inappropriate?

I’m honest though, I know I’m going to Hell, Second Circle. Trump Lacks The Will

I Will Have No Fear

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.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 132 ~Will Love Ever Tire~

I’m a tired black man; that’s all I can say about today. Only it’s not like I’m a hero or anything. I’m the father of a furbaby. How I envy him and all his nap time today. I want to find him a mom, but tonight, I want to sleep. “Will Love Ever Tire?”

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Gospel 132 ~Will Love Ever Tire~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but does that make me a modern-day “superhero” hmm. First off, HELL NO, and second, you know I’ve always been one for the villains. When Iron Man and Captain America had their Civil War, you would think I’d back Tony Stark. Again no, I was all Steve Rogers. The thing is, they both never stopped trying for those they love. God, the songs popping into my head now… “Well, I won’t give up on us.” “Only a man in a funny red sheet. Looking for special things inside of me,” etc.

Now it could be the book I’m reading about Ian and Alaria. I’m still on the fourth one but the things he goes through with her. She became a robot. A man shouldn’t have to ask to be a man. Everything else they fight about with him trying to set things right in the world. Maybe it’s the idea that I hate secrets like Zorro and Elena with everything that happened between them. You don’t know how tricky it is to keep your mouth shut. Okay, I’ll rewind that, I mean to say, keeping myself from saying something incredibly stupid. I’ve been writing my book (yeah, right), and I have Bastian and Evie fighting. It’s all about the man Bastian is with his father and how he came to be. Indeed, what she is becoming to stay with her family.

Bruce Wayne spent his days alone even when he had Wonder Woman, all because of fear. He has plenty of enemies, sure. Only do you not think seeing his parents die together affected him. Well other than going all Batman? His views on relationships, yep. Superman didn’t get tired of Lois Lane but being himself. How about if he didn’t have the whole, truth, justice, American Way. Clark Kent didn’t have to save the world. Now yes, he had to go back to that indeed because what else was there for him? In the end? Of course, I have to cover the villains or close enough—the things Bill did to Beatrix. Edmond Dantes gave into everything to forget about Mercedes in his quest for revenge. V gave Evey choices, as in V For Vendetta.

I’m saying, I’m tired, but in love, always and forever. “Oh, baby I love you, just leave me the fuck alone.” Will Love Ever Tire.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 131 ~Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure~

I’m the boss of a fur-baby, I say, as I open the door; how many times? I’m not the father of the year, hell as a guy in general, I’m alright. For him and I, and whatever woman shows up, I want everything. Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure, right

Monday, November 9, 2020

Gospel 131 ~Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure~

Hundred And Sixty-First Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I want more. Only who am I these days, to go talking about, let alone doing anything to go get it. I work for my Dæmon so that he can have a better life… Oh, so that’s why I left the Day Job early. How about a nap for a while?
You know that I want to be a good man Madam Justice. I’m not talking about “God, family, football,” you have The Best Man Holiday (2013) to thank for that. To be honest, Madam Justice, I am still trying to find the three elements that shape me as a man.

What I know is that everyone I see in any position of power has to hurt someone. Seems the wealthy live in a maddening state of damage control. They believe that in the end, their righteousness outweighs the evil. It’s one of many reasons they always cling to faith. In a world of things, I can’t stand, and indeed there are many. These two words, AHEM, the “Greater Good,” infuriate me. I’ll put them on the um, hated words list if I remember… like the rest of my terms. Biden and Harris are the Greater Good. I’m glad for the victory. They knocked out a Devil that would do me harm for an evil that might benefit me. I voted for my benefit even if it could do others harm “Snowflake Trumptards.” Only I won’t pretend they’re the Second Coming.

I was reading A.J. Markam’s novel today, the fourth one in a series. Anyway, so you got Ian the Warlock right and his former demon Dorp. They were arguing about him using people. He does good things ultimately to the benefit of himself. Lacking Abnegation? Yeah, Madam Justice, I can’t talk about the book I’m reading. But let’s throw in Veronica Roth’s “Divergent,” get it because of the Abnegation reference. Abnegation was the ruling faction, and you know how that turned out for them. Now, what faction would I choose? Dauntless, of course, was the bravest and the strongest. Erudite Madam Justice, the smartest, the cruelest, the ones that took Chicago hmm. Funny how my 161st rule ties in with the 13th, “Power Is All That Matters.” Madam Justice, I want to rule my life.

I could go on from The Factionless to Captain America…

Greatest Rulers, Warriors, Aren’t Pure.

“You two just don’t see it. Everywhere he goes, he uses people. And sometimes he uses them to help other people, but ultimately it’s all to help himself. He wouldn’t help you, succubus, if he didn’t find you so beautiful. He sure didn’t help me.”

“I do use other people. I try not to, and I try to help others out, but I fuck up sometimes. And I fucked up royally with you. I’m sorry. I know that’s not good enough – I know I have no right to ask you to forgive me – but I wanted you to know. If you want to leave now, you can.” ― A.J. Markam

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 130 ~Willing To Savor Victory~

Did my vote matter? With the state not really, in the grand scheme of things, one popular vote for Biden so no. The thing is, he’s the next president. I keep writing. It will be a long shot to win NaNoWriMo, but I have. Willing To Savor Victory.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Gospel 130 ~Willing To Savor Victory~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. When you get your billion, will you still be saying “just another day” SIGH? Now I’m sure I’ve put HAPPY on the most hated words list. As the song goes, “I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad,” and you’re still relishing that emotion. Tomorrow to you is like the ending of “Artistic Anarchy.” The haunting melody of Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead. Along with the knowledge that you pissed off John Wick. Oh, shall we get into talking about dogs, more specifically, your son The Dæmon?

He’s still upstairs, and this stubbornness might end up with a trip to the vet. Now shush, can’t be putting that sort of stuff out into the universe. Still, you can’t fight time, and you’re both old men, you and him. Worrying profits a man nothing, you know. And yet? Fantastic that a comic strip can get you to smile. That particular one, “And Yet,” comes from Strange Planet and the money he is making. But you’re “writing,” and you have the knowledge that your book won’t earn anything, And Yet? You could win, hmm. NaNoWriMo might net you a fortune, and you know you could use it. A broken-down car is sitting right outside. Last night the toilet finally gave up. Well, we could talk about lots of food too. Um, I never got an “Existence Day” Feast Ha! Yeah, and Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 001 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
    Failed
  4. I AM Working On NaNoWriMo
    Completed
  5. I AM VOTING
    Completed Biden and Harris Have WON!!!
  6. I AM Finishing Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster
    Completed

I carved through half the list somehow, but again I see no victory. Sad to say, what do you see coming around in your future? Hell, I should have been more specific when it comes to goals. As THEY say, the devil is in the details. It’s why I’m taking so long today to talk.

Oh, is that what I’m doing looking over the list. As far as #4 goes, I’m way behind with NaNoWriMo. With #5, all I am is a statistic with the popular vote because my state fell to Trump. Only Biden is President now, so silver lining. K Webster’s novel, haunting. Here’s a question you should be asking maybe. What does it take to win? You know it’s one element of November I’m still upset about, and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours for you, my friend. But Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Sending Gulp Off To Be Published
  4. I AM Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 4 (Gnome Place Like Home) A.J. Markham

All I ask, be good to the Imp, win NaNoWriMo, Be Willing To Savor Victory.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 129 ~Will’s Done Getting Over~

First, let me say AHEM “WAY TO GO JOE AND KAMALA!!!” Okay, while America now has the people in place readying themselves to fight what’s coming, what about me? Joe won the presidency, but I couldn’t get 5000 words down? Will’s Done Getting Over.

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Gospel 129 ~Will’s Done Getting Over~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s only the second biggest lie I’ve told today. If you’re looking for a third AHEM, “I’m going to write 4600 words today for NaNoWriMo.” I did accomplish a feat Lady Lu, around 3800, and you know I want 5000. I wish I could give you my best General Hummel impression (The Rock, 1996). “Well here and now, the lies stop!” Oh My Lady, have you heard the news. Joe Biden won the Election defeating President Trump. What will the comedians write about… we’ll see?

Now speaking of writing and forgive me if this is a bit rushed. You know I want to hear what the next old white guy in charge has to say. No, I’m not forgetting Kamala Harris will be the first woman, Black, Asian, Indian Vice President. How many other things? Now, didn’t I say at some point that I was sick of so many people talking? Here I am hearing a collective sigh of relief, the breath of life, celebration. And everything in between. Of course, the Trump supporters are in an uproar, and I’m sure M. Anime’s expecting war. Right now, all I truly want to do is cuddle with My Dæmon. Now, where is he, you ask? We’re having a disagreement about his medication, and so he’s locked in his room being stubborn. Like father like son, so he’s learned from the best, which is my compliment now.

Okay, if I have to give myself something else, I’m still keeping up with my reading. I’m no longer sticking to a time, says the man that wakes up at 4:00 AM but doesn’t start until 5:00 AM. I read 15% more today, and I’m a little ahead if you think back to K Webster. Yes, her latest book is still haunting me, though I did go a few hours without thinking of it at all. Some books are marriages; others are affairs or even relationships. Her book was a one-night stand that was exciting and creeped me out at the same time, never again. Okay, what about my third in the Cherry series and here we go with me feeling bad about myself. It truly is a horrible story, and I doubt I’ll get back into it tonight. Could I use the Election win as an excuse, you think?

Ha, Will’s Done Getting Over.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 128 ~Will The People Please…~

Didn’t I say something last week about giving up social media? First, it was all about voting, and now not ten minutes go by without someone yelling, and then I have characters from about three different books. Will The People Please… hell if I know.

Friday, November 6, 2020

Gospel 128 ~Will The People Please…~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or I will be before I’m dead and buried. Not so funny anymore with what I’m seeing and hearing on the daily. I’m as anxious as the next person, and I don’t know if everyone should shut-up, stand up, or say what they need to say.

I don’t care to read Biden is the next president as long as I don’t have to see Trump’s been reelected. HISTORY hasn’t been kind over these past four years. I remember when it was my favorite subject in school. Now, doesn’t that sound like me, living in the past? However, that explains the taste of my tea. It’s way past the “Best If Used By” date. Yep, I thought I would be a better man than I am now. I hate waking up at 4:00 AM, and then it’s 5:00 AM when I actually do something. I am grateful someone said thanks in TWD. In the game and not the show, we all can’t be Katie O’Shaughnessy. I know what you’re thinking, My Lady; I’m jealous. It’s more like I’m feeling determined with a clear head, and we won’t discuss why that is now.

Well, almost clear because I continue to think about K Webster’s book. I’m not ready for another vote so soon, and you know it will be the sequel. I imagine it will be like rereading Colleen Hoover’s book. Now that took weeks, and I would never reread it again ever. Nowadays, I’m back to reading A.J. Markam, and I’m on the fourth book in a particular series. I’m trying to convince myself that I was so tired yesterday and not bored. For once, I believe I’m telling the truth when it comes to something like this. It beats the alternatives. You don’t know how disgusting it is reading the word FAILED again. How about NaNoWriMo showing another gain of one hundred words. When I should be somewhere near 10,000 by this point. Even if I do have another victory, what will come from it… NOTHING.

Last night I had a dream about people reading some of the things I’ve written. My friends on Facebook remain constant, so I guess not. The dream itself, though, was weird. I was a trucker (rough and tumble), but I had a secret lab at a truck stop. As a matter of fact, all the truckers had labs like it was some sort of doomsday bunker. I kept speaking to myself, what am I doing wrong? Maybe it was about the load I carried, but for some reason, it made me think of my writing. It could be telling me I need to work on my delivery. How about the journey, and how long it takes with NaNoWriMo. Some people have already reached their goal in six days. Hell, I got real people, robots, republicans all bothering me, and why can’ I tune them out.

There’s so much to get done, Will The People Please…

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

Election Week is it… has been pretty HARD, and sadly I’m back to using the big head, and the last thing I need to think about is who’s in charge right at this second. Ballots, bullets, I’d much prefer boobs changing votes. Vote With Your… Willy.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but no amount of money can erase what I’ve read. We’ll get to that, but it’s been a HARD week. Today should be a good day. Hell, the optometrist hinted I can continue to look at titties as usual. I’m trying so hard not to.

The thing is, the Yabbos I’m jonesing I can only imagine. Sure I can say that about M. Anime and Cherry. I’ve seen MILF Dos, but I’m always up to see her again. Outside of a Trump shirt, yes, but we have so much to go over. I didn’t get much sleep last night, SIGH. I finished “Stroke of Midnight” by K Webster. The ending fucked me up, even when I knew Ash Elliott was going to end up with her dress in rags. To be honest, I haven’t felt this way since The Harvest Night, Dark Shell, Whitney Wright in Pure Taboo’s “Prom Night.” I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. For a moment, I was thinking BLACKMAIL. Come on with the amount of Skye Warren books I’ve read? What about Dark Notes? Of course, “The Blackmail: Tomorrow Never Ends,” it’s a hentai series.

Now, Dirty Diana, it could be the whole BILLIONAIRE concept. These days, I’ve been reading about Jacob and Ian’s Succubi or, specifically, Eric Vall and A.J Markam. So reading about rich white boys torturing their sister. How about a money-hungry drug dealer? Yeah, I’m always saying, I’m trying to get out of the habit of listening to old white men or young ones, an evil white stepmom. Don’t go calling me racist with how I just put a black girl in a story. Yep, I had a thing for Divergent’s Zoë Kravitz and, I like “Specs.” Could it be GASPS; I’m losing my affinity for BDSM. Not in the slightest as I’m sad to say SIGH I am no longer running with the “No Nut November” crowd. Damn U.K. girls with their impressive Milk Jugs.

Guess I needed something to make me feel bad considering everything that’s been going on. Hell Dirty Diana, if I had a straightforward reason to quit Fapping, it’s because I hate being called Ma’am. Now I’m sounding like some STUPID “KAREN.” Serves me right, wanting biscuits. Nobody sees or hears the man I am, so I’m fucked. Vote With Your…Willy.

I Will Have No Fear