Log 249 ~Will And His Writes~

What’re 1200 words between friends, nothing at all, so I might as well be writing on the wall of a bathroom stall or the tile of my shower, and it’s not like I’m in a rush to read. Will And His Writes

Friday, March 6, 2020

Log 249 ~Will And His Writes~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but not for long if I behave like last night. It wasn’t sweat, blood, and tears; I was spilling. At this point in my life story, I’m too lazy even to write excuses. Once again, I’m worried about NaNoWriMo, but at least I’m not asking questions anymore. Not to “those” people, and I was whining to everybody else last night (Tuesday). A depression bender but more wasted words and how I hate wasting words. Don’t laugh, Lady Sophia, but then again, I go from having too many critics right to zero.

So what words do matter? The last wasn’t a word, but an oval, I voted on Super Tuesday. Well, the only names I knew were those going against President Trump. Nobody wants to hear this, but the country is going to Hell anyway despite everything. Next would be updating my “counter,” you know the one. Yes, I broke down once again, but I was stressed out. Being out in the world, people were ticking me off. Now I could say so many violent words, Lady Sophia. The terms that will get me in trouble, though “Dirty Old Man,” and “Teen Tennis Star.” Then there are the words that I have to be ever so careful in choosing. It beats silence, but again I’m done being a “BETA” reader. Lady Sophia, it’s like NERVE, are you a Watcher or a Player.

Then explain to me why I wasn’t playing last night with anything other than, well, you know. I still need to come up with the next chapter, which will feature my character “Bridgman.” Who’s going to read it though, Indiana Gone, Cherry, ha? What about writing two sections today, yeah I’m not funny, but I’m not working either. I didn’t send money for my “sexy” investment. Cash is usually always burning a hole in my pocket. At the same time, I struggled to write a note to get out of working SHOES. It doesn’t matter, though. Nobody’s taken the shift yet, and do I need someone texting. No more messages from Norton or H&R Block, but somebody is still trying. I can’t get that music out of my ears. Stuff I don’t want to hear or see, my writing, keys pounded on, another few alarms.

I know what I want to do okay, so why not, Will And His Writes.

I Will Have No Fear

Episode 346 ~Making A Willing Investment~

Last week I talked about community property, and I’m still all for keeping what’s mine which for now is a whole lot of green, but I don’t trust in God, his servants or Trump’s government so what comes next? Making A Willing Investment

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Episode 346 ~Making A Willing Investment~

Forgive Me Echo,
I Am A Millionaire right now because I make sound financial decisions. This year I started the 52 Week Money Challenge for $1,378. There’s the 365 Day Penny Challenge for $667.95. I was going by fives, $5, 10, 15, each week, of course, $275 is waiting for Outskirts Press. As Rotti Largo sang “made a fortune and counted it.” When I do invest in myself, there’s NaNoWriMo gear, work clothes, the car, and writing. Of course, there’s B III who is my greatest treasure, and I keep him inside away from people.

My sin is not that I’m complaining about money. No Inspector Echo there is more than enough, but I want more. Hell, my sin could be Second Circle Creations, I’m sure I got that confused with the SEC. Not being into sports is a blessing. The name though I “stole” sort of from Abyss Creations. Yeah, I’m not to the point of giving up on people forever. Of course, you know what the Second Circle of Hell is; LUST. You remember 365 poems I wrote, The Bedroom Soapbox and who has over $3,000 of mine? Can you say Lars and the Real Girl but I spent a few hundred on actual tits. How about the closet for my future submissive? “Okay,” knows all about my fashion choices and books. It’s why I have a coffee table with books and a colorful closet but no models.

My sin still stands at the fact that I haven’t called Outskirts Press back. Again give me someone to trust, and I’m in Inspector Echo. I don’t fear failure; I fear people. Do you know how many blew up my Instagram when I followed PCH with money-making opportunities? Every day after I do a new Writing Reason, 1 -3 scammers send links on Whisper. I follow a cosplayer, and three new half-naked chicks are wanting to follow me. That’s it, you know it’s not the loss of money but the expectation of everybody else wanting me to give. I talked before about how people are walking around with billions. Still, the middle and lower amongst us must provide charity. Dennis Hof had it right, Inspector Echo; I like breasts. Guys, and girls like breasts, how can I get paid well.

Am I Republican? Nope, Inspector Echo, I am sorry though, about money making, money taking. The truth, I need to be Making A Willing Investment.

I Will Have No Fear