Gospel 142 ~The Write Will Lie~

I can’t believe I’m lying to NaNoWriMo. An eight-hour workday, plus picking up my kid’s meds, a pet store that doesn’t sell the right dog food. Then we got food poisoning from McDonald’s, but I got to read, and he took his meds. “The Write Will Lie.”

Friday, November 20, 2020

Gospel 142 ~The Write Will Lie~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but isn’t that a lie I write down every day? How many times are we going to have this conversation? About the things, I shouldn’t make notes of? I swear, I’m getting pushed more and more towards behaving like a Republican. “Dear Leader,” to be precise. You know who I’m talking about, our very own President Trump. I lie about my wealth, going on for years now, in the name of motivation. I make a bunch of promises that don’t account for anything. The most damning thing of all is that I’m failing to produce anything.

Now you are not Inspector Echo but allow me to confess this. I lied to NaNoWriMo tonight or this morning about my word count. It’s not the first time, and I have always made good but not this Saturday at 12:30 AM. Long story short, SIGH I’m tired, My Lady.
Speaking of my novel, I’m on Chapter Thirteen, “As American As Apple Pie.” We’ve got an explosion, what it means to be an American. There’s some torture I’m not allowed to speculate on, considering what it’s about. So why not elaborate while I’m wide awake? The only reason I’m wide awake is that come Sunday, I have to write FAILED, once again on my first of Six Impossible Things. My Addiction kicked my ass Lady Sophia and didn’t I say “Wednesday” that I needed to stop being down on myself?

Yet another lie, I said that I showed up, only to be down on myself. After the days I’ve been having at the Day Job, how could I not be? I wonder what would’ve happened if I signed any form for an overnight. Now I’ve signed my death warrant workwise. Interestingly enough, if I’m going to talk about a crappy employee like myself, what about McDonald’s. If they gave me a receipt and somehow, I found the time, I would complain about the food poisoning I got there again. My sickness routine should remain secret? What I won’t keep hide is this fact. That I want to get to bed at 2:30 AM tonight. That’s why I won’t hold my promise to NaNoWriMo. I’m promising myself that I’m going to get a haircut at the very least. Also, get some food that won’t kill me.

If failing NaNoWriMo doesn’t first. Hell, The Write Will Lie.

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 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 121 ~V’s For Very Willing~

One of these days, I’m going to give up social media. I’ve already locked up everything on Pinterest, and Instagram was doing me no favors this morning in bringing me peace. Well, for a split second. V’s For Very Willing to do anything but write

Friday, October 30, 2020

Gospel 121 ~V’s For Very Willing~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I am vexed, yes I am terribly vexed. Now how does that make me different from any other wealthy person? It’s because I only have myself to blame, My Lady. Rule #15 I Take My Own Lumps. Now today ain’t Wednesday to acknowledge my sins, but yes, I am guilty. Plus, a word like “VEX” is right for the onset of NaNoWriMo. Part of the reason for my vexing considering what I will be writing about shortly. Of course, I can’t mention what else starts soon. I’m keeping it “Family-Friendly.”

V is for VELVET or, more specifically, a U.K. Vixen in a red velvet dress. Come on, Lady Sophia, you’re going to tell me that “vixen” is a bad word? I’m gearing up for The Long Walk; I’ll need words. But Cherry has done much with poetry. I continue editing. Literature, My Lady is a struggle, and so V is for VERSUS. As I’ve spoken about the last two days, I’ve finished my third A.J. Markam title. Now I’m sitting here on Amazon (while I should be writing). So it’s either A.J.’s book four, Eric Vall or um, Stephen King.
Oh yeah, I’m forgetting someone today. V is for VERSES as in I wish I could write them like K Webster. That’s awfully high praise considering I’ve only read two of The V Games and Notice. First, those are innocent names, and second, her latest book was on my list.

V is for VISION because yet again, I should be sitting here at least planning out my own work. Only now, I want to read The Girl in 6E. I checked out my Amazon account, and I couldn’t get The Long Walk even if I wanted to. Ok, unless I decided to quit being Scrooge. V is for VIRAL, and I’m back to being vexed. Again I want more money, and all my poems are out there on YouTube. Only Lady Sophia, I am no one’s idea of a sensation, a showstopper, a scene-stealer. Well, unless you count my novels and some actual scenes reworked. V is for Voting, which I will be doing next week. The only writing that might mean something to this country, so there’s that, SIGH. Talk about things I ain’t doing, like… I’ll never tell.

V is for Victory… that’s funny! V’s For Very Willing

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 114 ~Willing The Story’s End~

There was a time I would read with a former friend of mine, and she would absolutely refuse to read the next book in the series. Or something else from the author because she liked the first ending. “Willing The Story’s End.”

Friday, Oct 23, 2020

Gospel 114 ~Willing The Story’s End~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I must want to live forever. Well, considering I told my “Olds” no to early voting means I could have signed my death warrant. Once again, Lady Sophia, I’m voting on Nov 3, but will I be around to tell whoever that I did so?

You know that I don’t like anyone on the ballot, to be honest. I despise MAGA hats. On top of all that SIGH, I hate my “father’s” name appearing on the phone. How about wasting time seeing where he and my mother were going? Day ruined, and it’s 9:00 am. What else do I hate reading? Besides his name and the time. I give you this Lady Sophia, “Lord of the Flies,” and “The Moonstone.” Two books I couldn’t get through the first 50 pages. Does that mean I’m STUPID, that BORED? Would the ENDINGS be worth all of it? Even in my novel, I still mourn the deaths of a family. In the second, I grieve for a dead girl and an upcoming marriage. Despite everything, I always figured I wanted to be in love and be a family man. Only that wasn’t the story’s end in any form.

So why all the talk of endings I don’t want to see? I guess it starts with last night. Being the loser I am, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a midnight “Drive.” Yeah, right, it was 7:00 pm before the debate. Anyway, I was scared you’d be reading I got smashed up good. What would M. Anime think about that? I haven’t talked to Indiana Gone forever. Still, being a married, social working college student doesn’t give much time to gab. If anything, I’m only hoping that I don’t scare M. Anime off. I’ve known her longer. However, I wish Eric Vall’s book was a bit longer, but he’s written a series of about 17 of them and even more titles. Of course, Sunday, GULP will still sit unpublished. What about all of my other series waiting?

I don’t fear failure Lady Sophia; I fear the endings. The last one I ever witnessed was Detroit: Become Human, and how many ends does that have again? Hell being a writer, means that I want to be immortal. Eternal, “Always and Forever,” a song.

You and me, um three hours. Willing The Story’s End

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 107 ~Read Dead Redemption Will~

Another week, one more book read the same subject but a different author. All I can ask is, when did I get into monsters? I guess it explains how I got inspired by Adam and his “first wife,” and I don’t mean Eve *hint*. Read Dead Redemption Will

Friday, October 16, 2020

Gospel 107 ~Read Dead Redemption Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I’m sure I’ll own a vineyard someday. The thing is, Lady Sophia, I don’t even drink. Now sure I have my addictions, you know the one I’m fighting. I sleep far too much for my liking. When I was a child, it was only reading. Hell, this morning, I finished another Eric Vall title. You know I’m trying to stay “Family-Friendly,” so if you look up his name, that’s your fault. I’m also heavy into A.J. Markham. That’s about 11 bucks spent on the third book of both of their series, and that’s only today.

So why aren’t I doing more reading; that leads me to the revelation I had earlier. Upon finishing my latest book, I decided to brag on Goodreads. I had around 45 emails, and I told myself I’m only going to sign in on Goodreads. Yeah, I’ll also drop some money on Amazon and pick out new books. Sorry A.J. um Eric won this round. Only if I got an email, I would delete 5. It took me over 4 hours because I kept getting messages. It’s not that I’m not reading Lady Sophia; it’s that I’m reading honestly ungodly amounts. Excuses again, I hear you, My Lady. Those are the only things I write nowadays, like promising I’m only going to take a 10-minute nap at 12:50 PM. Here we are 3 hours later. What is with all the numbers?

Anyway, now you can see why I missed Pinterest so much. While I was in the process of waking up, I did start another board for writing. Yes, you best believe I locked it down. So my work for NaNoWriMo come November will be about fruit. That’s all I’m allowed to share with you and the present time. To be fair, I don’t have a title for it, but maybe when I get the twenty chapters down, I’ll have some ideas. Each chapter will feature fruit in the name, hopefully. Okay, so without further ado:

She’s My Cherry Pie
Cherry-pick
Life is a bowl of cherries
Cherry Condition
Cherry Bomb

Peaches and Cream
Big Melons
Lemons
Go Bananas
Second Bananas

Apples and Oranges
Apple Of My Eye
American As Apple Pie
Bad Apple
Apple Never Falls Far From The Tree

Plum Assignment
Grapes Of Wrath
Strawberry Fields Forever
Forbidden Fruit
In The Garden Of Eden

Well, I still don’t have a proper title. And this was a lot harder than it looks, but I did have fun doing it. Except I’m looking forward to WWE. I have to write a new intro for the guild that I’m now in charge of. How about how badly I’m being beaten in Call me a LEGEND? Is it still so strange that all I want to do is close my eyes? Aren’t there more important things that aren’t related to me? No Lady Sophia, you won’t be reading my obituary any time soon but Read Dead Redemption Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 100 ~A Will Good Read~

One more week down and one more book read, not that I will change the challenge to fifteen. I don’t have that sort of faith but shouldn’t I read at least four “Holiday” stories, and NaNoWriMo is in November. “A Will Good Read,” someday

Friday, October 9, 2020

Gospel 100 ~A Will Good Read~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and “If You Don’t Know Me by Now,” I’m building a library. Now why I don’t care much for The Twilight Zone’s – Time Enough at Last (hits too close to home). What wouldn’t I give for all the time in the world to read AND write? Yeah, and what have I been doing for the last few hours again? Hell, I should note Eric Thomas’s words of giving up sleep. At least I woke up to good news. Geez, how I have missed Skybound’s compilations.

It’s a fitting reward for finishing the novel of the week. Now you know I can’t talk about it because it ain’t Thursday. Yet the ending was satisfying enough that I might turn back to Eric Vall’s works. Speaking of things I’m not finishing. Yes, so many different series and so little time. I wish I could tell you the name of my next prominent character. NaNoWriMo begins next month, and I’m no closer to finishing GULP this week. Hell, I did spend one whole night reading through a novel, Wake Me Up Before I Kill You. Yep, that’s what they call foreshadowing. Yes, My Lady, I noticed I’ve used “Hell” twice, but what can I say, it’s one of my favorite words. I’ve got a list of my most hated words, so why not my favorites. I’ve been saying I’m going to get a brand new Pinterest. Only I won’t use any of my words there, like never ever.

I’ve been much too busy reading My Dæmon’s medications and his new food. I’m talking vittles that look pretty good… not that I’m doing a taste test or anything. Only one more reason I’m late today. I went to two BBQ joints, and that Piggie Potato sent me to sleep. So what, did I come into some money? I’m afraid not, but I did work on an off day as if I “resurrected my cashflow.” I promise one of these days, you are going to get all my pop culture references. If I ever publish a book, I’ll be able to contact these celebrity people. “The beautiful people, the beautiful people,” as the song goes. Okay, so going back to my book. Dr. Sarah Annora Haven is covering up the fact that she murdered Deanna. When Father Bridgman should have.

What, the stories over already… it’s A Will Good Read.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 093 ~Will’s Got A TALE~

So I read ten books this year… yeah, compared to other years *cough* forty or more. Now I shouldn’t be coughing with what I read this morning. Between the president and the story Succubus, I should be writing or preparing. Will’s Got A TALE

Friday, October 2, 2020

Gospel 093 ~Will’s Got A TALE~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still lie. What rich person doesn’t lie? I don’t like to think of it like that, writing fiction that I forget, the fighting. Don’t forget all the FORNICATION. Apologies, Lady Sophia. I TELL too many TALES about well TAIL.

TELLING all the excuses I want to make this morning about why we’re late having this conversation. Yeah, did I misspell the word LAZY or how about FEAR. Geez, I’m not fond of this life, or my computer cord’s messing up or my Dæmon. Losing him is the great FEAR. I could be empathic and tell you my feelings on John Legend and Chrissy Teigen losing a child. What about the political news? The Trumps are having a hard time, but I’m trying not to be, um me. I could be drawing up protest signs or making my voice heard. Awesome if I could make myself clear to M. Anime. An intelligent mind, no doubt, and then again? Okay, I’ll shut up now. It’s not like I’m telling anyone else anything considering my friend’s list.

TALES, need to be told, Lady Sophia. In that case, where are the eight hundred words I pledged yesterday? Am I getting ready for NaNoWriMo? If I Were A Rich Man… yeah, I would do what Republicans do, cheat. Hell, I’m a poor man, and I’m not opposed to it. Seriously Lady Sophia, what am I going to write about? My Lady, I usually cast the Basic Bitch (pardon my language) as the villainess in my works. Of course, my last two novels have been inspired by Cherry. I don’t need to think about her, the second day, NO FAPPING.

TAIL isn’t what I want from her, no, not at first. It’s Yabbos. I know My Lady, never a day goes by that I don’t bring up sex. Maybe it’ll help if I said that I finished Succubus by A.J. Markham? I told you I spend all my money on Yabbos. I bought the second book. However, back to my works, babes, bullets, and brothels. If it’s not that, what about my poetry? You saw how it worked out with MILF Tres. At least I haven’t said anything STUPID about MILF Cuatro, a.k.a. Specs. I got to write for money, but the Day Job PAYS.

Thankfully my Dæmon’s story is ongoing. Will’s Got A TALE.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 086 ~For The Articles Willie~

Why does anybody read a specific magazine? I keep getting ads for Us Weekly, and while I cleaned the house, I threw a year’s worth of them away. I feel bad about not recycling them, but a particular lie makes me feel worse. “For The Articles Willie.”

Friday, September 25, 2020

Gospel 086 ~For The Articles Willie~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how many of my role models are? Role Models, ROLE MODELS. Excuse me, Lady Sophia, but yet again, it hasn’t been forty-eight hours of NO FAP. So I’m thinking about that blondie from the UK. Geez, if I had to explain all my pop culture references. To be able to do it without embarrassing anybody else or me. You know I keep coming back to AHEM, why I was kicked off Pinterest. I suppose a few… right, a lot of my board titles crossed the line. Still, dear Lady Sophia SIGH, “It’s What I Do.”

Yesterday I talked to “someone” on Whisper and quoted the story “The Scorpion and the Frog.” It’s one of my faves, and that’s without any Yabbos; we’ll get there. Now in my quest not to write, I had an epiphany. What I write hurts people, myself, both, it just goes. Unlike the dictator of the USA, I’m excited to learn. Only this morning, I read another story about “The Scorpion and The Turtle.” It’s a lot like the first story. Still, in this version I researched, the Scorpion tries to sting the turtle, but he can’t. A turtle’s shell, right? Another reason I want to become a writer, I’m looking for my turtle? Well, that brings up ghastly thoughts of Mitch McConnell. Didn’t I say everything I write hurts? You sit down at your keyboard and bleed. Nobody wants to carry that weight, Lady Sophia.

This is why while I enjoy looking at Whitney Wright’s Yabbos, the story of Prom Night. Uh, I want to write like that, Lady Sophia. Could be, I want to say dirty words and have nobody complain. I say often, words have power, unlimited power. Entertaining the masses, more like people who would never admit to knowing my name. I’m not ashamed to confess I picked up a Playboy here or there. When they brought back nudity, Dennis Hof’s passing, oh, and Eileen Kelly. She’s incredible but wanted her naked. At the same time, I can’t get through a chat without mentioning Yabbos. Hell, this morning, I was trying to remember my Pinterest board. “Kleenexing Knockers… fill in the blank.” One-day, Lady Sophia, I’ll be carried everywhere. By teenage boys in backpacks, married men in phones, and naughty ladies’ nightstands.

From whence comes my inspiration, but you know the answer. Well, For The Articles Willie

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 079 ~Willy, That’s So Interesting~

Can’t say I have been reading a whole lot unless it was written on a body part. I’ve promised to read at least ten books this year, and I’ve barely gotten through eight. Do I have any other hobbies? “Willy, That’s So Interesting.”

Friday, September 18, 2020

Gospel 079 ~Willy, That’s So Interesting~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should already be invested in several businesses. Perhaps this is blasphemy, but being a southern man, I don’t think I’ve ever been inside a Hobby Lobby. I’ve never gone through an episode of Game Of Thrones all the way. Neither did I care for The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Wasn’t it just yesterday I said I didn’t like sports and I hate football. Ok, somebody wants to cut up my “Southern Card” right now. What you’ve never watched “It’s A Southern Thing” hm?

Now I didn’t mean to go in this way (maybe I did with the title.) Well, a great man said, “vote with your crotch.” Brains have their moments, guts too. Your heart can be broken. Your naughty bits, though, always know what they want. What is most pleasing to man? One of my motivations talks about this. You move towards your desire. Why do I know about GoT… Maisie Williams, Sophie Turner, Emilia Clarke, Natalie Dormer, Nathalie Emmanuel. I could go on. With Rocky Horror, “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me.” football, of course, has cheerleaders, Abbey Brooks, Alanah Rae, Kagney Linn Karter. Yes, all actresses but such are my interests and:

Reading, Writing, Poetry, Short Stories, Novels, Music, Apocalptypic tunes from the 40s – 60s, Hiking, Movies, Pets, Anime, Youtube, Blogging, Video Games, Research, Zombie Survival, Virtual Reality, Girlfriend Reviews, WWE, Art, Paintball, Camping, Board Games, Meditation, Journaling, Learning About Electronics Laser Tag, Larping, Cosplay, Comic-Con, Looking For Models, Making Adult Videos AEE, BDSM, Sex Toys, Erotica…

Is that all? Hell, Trump slept with Stormy Daniels, and I find her Yabbos quite interesting. Trump’s the president but a white man who wants to be in charge. That ain’t new by any stretch of the imagination. Now my survival… let’s not go there, but people as a whole? I should show more interest, but who does in me, other than to make sure I’m not “stalking” them. It’s a difference between caring for Yabbos and them as a person. Either way ends up screwing me up, to be sure. So what’s the balance, is there such a thing? Lucky “I got that magic you call ADD” as the song goes. Well, I shouldn’t say that, and as a matter of fact, I’m not fond of the word interesting. People have nothing to say.

Like any books I’m writing… well, Willy, That’s So Interesting.

I Will Have No Fear