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Lesson 279 ~E.T. Doesn’t Know Me~

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I have all the quiet I will need for the next few days, and I saw two movies this week so much like the family in A Quiet Place what is it I should be doing… surviving, and my book should help with that right? E.T. Doesn’t Know Me

Friday, April 6, 2018

Lesson 279 ~E.T. Doesn’t Know Me~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Fine Today but look at it this way they don’t call me big head anymore then again people talk behind my back still, which might explain this backache and the headache. My, oh my is that sounding like I’m writing another excuse but what else have I written today; my name that might as well be mud, how much money do I need so I don’t starve or how hard the pizza man needs to knock on the door.

While I’m busy not helping myself, how about that review I still owe for “Galahad Suns,” how about being an active participant in my writing community, and speaking of reviews, what about “A Quiet Place?” I swear anytime I find a quiet place I want to sleep, to “drift” and no I can’t blame the movies, I mean I always find time to talk to my girls and myself don’t I? More like I still have time to listen, to go crazy, hearing things that aren’t there like all the characters in the book I’m not writing now, again those backstabbers, and worrying about what to say to the pizza guy in a little while.

People loved E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial, and yet the government wanted to cut open that big head of his and figure out what was in there; sometimes there is nothing more than hopes and dreams, sometimes it’s the finger that holds power. I said before that I don’t grow because I can’t afford it… is that yet another excuse, traditional publishing cost a whole lot of money, but my ideas, my dreams, this noise in my head continually grows louder and louder. If I was back in school, I imagine that everybody would compare me to one of the creatures in “A Quiet Place” (old habits) hell I do feel like an alien in both this world and the one that I’m building in my novel.

Me and my big head, that’s Mr. Bighead to you, maybe that’s why I like scary movies and sex, I enjoy the sound of screaming, well making other people more so which keeps me up to write because my head is so dense. No wonder I look down so much, mourning a dead man all the time, a career that will never be but still I should look to the stars, one look, truth be told E.T. Doesn’t Know Me.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 272 ~Not Good At Goodbye~

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A picture is worth a thousand words, but now that I have no pictures does that mean that I have no words, perish the thought, perhaps Pinterest did me a favor but on the other hand… “Not Good At Goodbye” I know that

Friday, March 30, 2018

Lesson 272 ~Not Good At Goodbye~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Fine Today, and if I’m perfectly honest, I may be a bit worse than most days because as they say a picture is worth a thousand words, so with what happened, I’ll need to get a lot more writing done. What would I do if only once I had the opportunity to say goodbye, trust me I’ve been on the brink before… no worries, I’m not there now, I’ve been called to explain myself for any number of reasons.

Speaking of the brink though, I’ve never felt the need to explain, or to say goodbye, I have a lifetime of work to answer for me, and I still don’t think that it’s enough, it probably never will be. There have been plenty of aspirin and sleeping pills, for doctors to tell my parents what was the exact proportions that did me in and yet there would be a million questions if I figured they cared that much. Talk about a search history that should have put me away years ago and files with the police, but maybe it will be a picture that finally does me in this time.

I’m sure I sound like a whiny baby, but at this time yesterday, despite the many wins and losses that day brought the gravest loss… besides PCH and another $10.00 is the fact that I lost my Pinterest account. Yeah, I hear you, I’m honestly writing about losing Pinterest, but hey they didn’t write about taking it either, and it hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet, depended upon when I decided to drag my carcass out of bed again yesterday. It’s only now 5:30 AM and the loss is Pinterest, but the win is another idea for a book, perhaps a novel of suicide notes or maybe my protagonist in the book I’m writing will use some suicide note in one of his crimes maybe, possibly?

Here’s another thing, as I said I’m not good at goodbye, but if I’m anyone of merit, a man of my word, I need to say goodbye to my free time, for when it comes to writing you know I have to start writing my novel for Camp NaNoWriMo. Instead, here I am sniveling over Pinterest because there was no explanation, no warning, and no goodbye, so should I grab a tub of ice cream and change into comfy well comfier clothes, maybe you think?

I could get some real writing done, I’ve got books to plan and reviews to write and like I said before, Lady Sophia you know I’m Not Good At Goodbye.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 265 ~The Keyword Is Working~

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Turn her or in this case them, into literature; I’m always writing about the ladies or to the ladies, and my latest story is headed in that direction too but is that what it takes to get me to write? The Keyword Is Working, writing, doing.

Friday, March 23, 2018

Lesson 265 ~The Keyword Is Working~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Fine Today is something I can’t say at my day job of course but speaking of things I can’t utter or do at one position, how about talking about my career as a budding writer; yeah I’m still in the dirt. My next story is going to be plenty dirty as well, not that I have anything to worry about like people seeing it but consider this a business lunch Lady Sophia, another one of those six impossible things.

What I mean is I’m thinking about the story I’m going to write for Camp NaNoWriMo in April, hell I made it in November, and that’s another novel I should be thinking about come this year but one step at a time. Why do I feel the need to put myself in all of my stories and if I’m going to be in a story how about some nonfiction, besides this, “March For Our Lives” is tomorrow and I could take part but the best thing I got going is a trip to Starbucks. I’m still pining away for a love story that starts in a coffeehouse but who wants to say they met someone in a strip club honestly.

Anyway, onto the facts, the current idea running through my head is about a hitman who makes his targets sin, so he has a valid excuse to kill them; oh, and should I mention his victims are female. Don’t ask me where the idea came from though it does bring to mind a song here or there “T.N.T” from AC/DC, “Move Bitch” from Ludacris feat. I-20, Mystikal, and “Butcher Pete” from Roy Brown. Don’t worry I’m not going to spoil it for you Lady Sophia or myself for that matter. One because I’m not sure where I’m going with it yet and two I feel I have spoiled myself enough, avoiding Pacific Rim: Uprising and Unsane spoilers but diving headfirst into The Walking Dead, what was I thinking my Lady.

As far as ladies for my current project; I feel like Ethan Cole from “The Director” by Lily White. So ladies, Fiona Belli from “Haunting Ground” and Ashley Graham “Resident Evil,” Haley Pullos, Claire Abbott, along with Christina Lucci (Model), I might add some more. I know I do not sound original, being honest… at least I didn’t say zombies but now when I think about it; no I’m working seriously The Keyword Is Working.

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Lesson 258 ~Writing My Pink Slip~

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You won’t ever eat it all; you know how they say to “eat your words,” at this point I’m better off choking on them, all of them in fact before I honestly do become a starving artist with no day job but I thought this was America. “Write My Pink Slip”

Friday, March 16, 2018

Lesson 258 ~Writing My Pink Slip~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore though I probably should be, there is a reason I’m a novelist and not a comedian, singer, or politician; in writing there’s fiction, with somebody like Trump it becomes fake news. Right, I haven’t been fired yet but didn’t I find myself in the same spot just last month; the story is always about the Second Amendment and how I should live by the Fifth, but no I practice the First enough.

To you Lady Sophia I can say practically anything, but my shame lies in the fact that I’m always hiding and then when honestly I should be, let’s say at work, I have to open my mouth and this will probably be the end of me. It wouldn’t be the first time I died on stage and didn’t I once talk about the death of a comedian. Unfortunately, I’m still the joke to the rest of the world, and that’s if I’m lucky. When it comes to others, I am but one word, “NO,” just say no right, and I do, to think when I was a child I wanted to be a comedian only we know the answer, no.

Songwriting though because trust me you do not want me singing was reawakened just last night thanks to my little boy and “Indiana Gone,” and strangely enough I cracked myself up, Indiana Gone is always laughing, so that doesn’t count. Not an original tune mind you, Lionel Richie’s “Hello,” who is original nowadays… the lyrics though are about the dog and his need for food. Making money songwriting isn’t exactly going to pay the bills, don’t I still owe my grandfather $100 for having some faith in me; speaking of which I’m not looking to become a preacher man either.

So that leaves becoming a novelist, and Indiana Gone ran the guilt trip on me last night but if it doesn’t work for the family and my boss acts like a baby with hurt feelings; that’s my job, why should I buy it from a friend? Here I am trying to get to the movies tonight too and no promises but I may just work on my story, I mean what else am I going to do with myself today.

Imagine if my book was sort of like Fifty Shades of Grey, walk into my day job and guess what I may just be able to do something like that, honestly Write My Pink Slip.

I Will Have No Fear

Hello (You Won’t Ever Eat It All)

I think it’s just around
Your breakfast time
Or maybe lunch, a bag of chips
Some fries in mind
And dinner there’s a pizza
At the door

Hello!
You won’t ever eat it all
I can see it on your plate
And you’ve made a big mistake
Cause I’m not getting any
While my mouth is open wide
So you know just what to do
Why you got so much damn food
But I want to tell you, Daddy
I love you

Scooby’s gone and taken all her treats
But tell “Okay” it helps if she
Would just feed me
And when I can’t eat one more little bite

Hello!
Does that come supersized
There’s so much to go around
With all the breasts and thighs
You could give a leg or two,
And dog food just won’t do
Tell me how I have to beg
She’s lonely, so let her stay
If all this food is for me, I love you

Hello!
You won’t ever eat it all
There’s so much to go around
With all the breasts and thighs
You could give a leg or two
And dog food just won’t do
Tell me how I have to beg
She’s lonely, so let her stay
If all this food is for me, I love you

Lesson 251 ~Sign Of A Gentleman~

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Flowers, Candy, Sweet Nothings, sometimes you should just shut up and show what you got; words can be as dirty as anything, and my name is mud. Also, there are other ways to make dirty money. Sign Of A Gentleman but nobody liked him either.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Lesson 251 ~Sign Of A Gentleman~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore for I am as notorious as Rumpelstiltskin; what I mean is how many people know my name, how often do I brag, what evils, deeds, and deals have I conjured to end up with nothing? What’s in a name, I’m sure somewhere in the land of 0s and 1s I have value but whatever happened to this man’s word I ask you?

The sign of a gentleman is his good name, and I lost that long ago and replaced it with, well take your pick, I’m sure Amazon sees me as nothing more than those same 0s and 1s or repeating the same mistakes. I still believe that I am a man of my word; if I promise, I deliver, but maybe it’s not my name as much as I should worry about the others; you wouldn’t sign a pact with the Devil, would you? Don’t answer that because if it meant a payout for once in my life, I would and what’s my soul worth anyway?

Probably about as much as my name because I have a hard enough time finding the value in either, sort of the difference between forty-five and fifty bucks, food or fun but yeah I’m never growing up right? It’s not that I’m without merit, restocking the submissive closet is one thing, but I did buy food. The dog is well taken care of, I even bought some books but then again my erotica reading group has to be mostly girls and “Cherry” *sigh* I might have mentioned a sweet English tart to one of you girls a while back, seems she wrote a poetry book.

What about my “great” novel, maybe I’m not in a rush to put my name on anything, take my wealth, my sanity, anything but my name but again isn’t that already gone? I use to think that if I couldn’t have fame, I could deal with infamy but lately, I just wish I could start my story all over again, my life story that is.

You know how often I quote that conversation from The Walking Dead “Here’s Not Here” and I will do so again but a gentleman, a man, in general, is not just his name, or his actions. He is so much more and as I write out my story, my work as both man and monster I feel the need to find a better part of me, Sign Of A Gentleman.

“What we’ve done, we’ve done.
We evade it by moving forward with a code to never do it again.
To make up for it.
To still accept what we were.
To accept everyone.
To protect everyone.
And in doing that, protect yourself.
To create peace.” Here’s Not Here, Episode 06×04

“There’s a saying — the pessimist looks down and hits his head.
The optimist looks up and loses his footing.
The realist looks forward and adjusts his path accordingly.” The Well, The Walking Dead 07×02

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Lesson 244 ~How “Write” You Are~

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A man of my word, a man of few words, but if I had to choose one word, it would be hope, but that’s not going to be enough as Carl Grimes once said, I’m going to need words galore, promises, punishments, posts. How “Write” You Are

Friday, March 2, 2018

Lesson 244 ~How “Write” You Are~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore, and I would like to think I’m a man of my word, indeed a man of words, only how often must I admit that words fail me? Then again I talked about having an epiphany the other day, living my life as though my submissive, my wife, the future mother of my children is watching me and for some reason, those words mean a bit more honestly.

Love is exhausting, to say the least, and I can only imagine it will get worse when I have someone; it’s weird how words on paper provoke a different reaction than words that we write on our hearts. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t “love” my job, and as that bastard general manager made clear, there is no contract saying I have to stay with the company, fair enough. Only I gave my word to; I guess myself, to go in when I’m supposed to, I do my best… most of the time, and while my father never taught me the value of a man’s word now, the concept carried weight and didn’t I say I hate lies, without purpose?

“I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport?” Sean/Robin Williams ― Good Will Hunting (1997)

I tell you and the others, Lady Sophia, that I’m going to write every day and here we are two hundred and forty-four lessons in, sometimes two a day just because I’m busy on a particular day. How about my novel though, I think I signed a contract for NaNoWriMo, and I did it in November, but then again I signed an agreement to start editing and January, February just flew by didn’t they? What about love though, what about dignity, do you know how hard it is; better a conversation with Dirty Diana but I lift my feet up when I walk, I talked more at my day job, and when the porn mood strikes… I looked up the girl, downloaded the video of the picture (thank you Pinterest) and haven’t watched it since.

Hell, that must mean I’m already expecting to chalk up another failure but not today; I think I’m starting to see why some sign contracts in blood. Could it be that I have just been using the wrong medium all this time or I need someone to keep tabs on me; back to my hypocrisy, I have my word, but I don’t trust myself sadly.

Why do you think I write out all my secrets here, including my humiliations, my sadism, right down to the days I just FAP… maybe because seeing it, speaking, remembering will one day help me to keep my word I hope, How “Write” You Are.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 237 ~What’s In A Name~

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Well, it’s not ambrosia, it’s not a squirming bundle of love, it’s not even an actual breath, but it can be a dream, it can be a prayer to the porcelain god, the pushing of buttons rather than slamming of fists, sigh new characters. What’s In A Name?

Friday, February 23, 2018

Lesson 237 ~What’s In A Name~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore or at least less afraid… let’s go with that because even if you know your friends, your enemies, your family, somebody that you used to know doesn’t erase the fear of everything else you want to give a name to honestly. If Romeo and Juliet lived, if the Hatfields & McCoys could have stopped sooner, if Republicans and Democrats weren’t idiots, how long would it take, this thing that some call peace?

What’s in a name, what does the name “Hazel Fiona Brenton” mean to you? How about “Hanna Mallorie Farone,” “Deo Nikola Kesten,” “Maya Myriam Klose,” “Kellie Isabel Klose,” and yes there will be blood, but you don’t know any of these people. As far as I know, they don’t exist in the real world but within my mind do you know who I see, prostitute, the victim, brothel owner, prostitute, and a great sin, these names have history and meaning in my novel. To this day I still hate the idea of a picture being worse a thousand words, but I suppose the “inspirations” for these characters would hate me, for using their visage storywise.

We’ve also talked about my name before, and I’m still not letting it go which is, of course, my fault; being synonymous with “skeevy,” I can understand why other authors use pseudonyms all the time, and that gave me an idea. I’m no hero and considering people’s false assumptions about me I am nowhere near the villain, but maybe I need a new name. Don’t get me wrong I’m sticking with Marquis de Joker for the time being but perhaps some heroes, some villains wear a mask, and I am no stranger to that truthfully.

On a brighter note at least I’m working on my book right, I’ve been trying to summon up the anger, summon up the blood, instead of another bodily fluid, and that explains why I’m up pretty early because I want to be and not because I have to be. I’m not censoring that bitch’s name because I’m afraid, no I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of being a source of energy these days.

If I were to title my anger something, call my lust anything, name my shame, Will; you can never let them take your name. That’s for damn sure because that’s your life, well, ill, that’s your inch, and that’s my answer, What’s In A Name?

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Lesson 230 ~The Anatomy of Hi~

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One original sentence, I wonder does that count when you write fiction, how about when every word they want is a lie, or how about when you can’t honestly speak at all or do I just hate people that much. “The Anatomy Of Hi,” sorry I can’t write it ha

Friday, February 16, 2018

Lesson 230 ~The Anatomy of Hi~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore or instead my characters aren’t afraid, you should see how they introduce themselves, and then you’ll know why I’m a writer and live vicariously through them all. It still has to be said though I haven’t been doing any writing recently because I’m busy practicing “Hi” in the mirror and that takes so much out of me on every occasion even when I can’t say it at all, I don’t want to.

Yes I know it sounds like a f*ing excuse, so I’m practicing censorship today; yet for a few minutes, unfortunately, I still remember the b*itch I said goodbye too, the man who said much more than hello and think of the man who should have never spoken. Again my characters don’t say hi, in any traditional sense, to me it invites expectation, but they say “hey” is for horses, and what about Sup, Good Morning, lifting my chin by an inch? Hello gives up the element of surprise, though it might make a lot more sense only that’s the thing, Lady Sophia, my writing never does, and that isn’t a prerequisite to do it, so no more excuses am I right, should I start writing?

If anything I’m falling behind as is between movies and books, The Last Jedi, Fifty Shades Freed, Black Panther, Hostage, and nowadays I’m going to have even more time on my hands. Maybe I’m just upset that my last herculean effort against the bastard I worked for went nowhere and in fact, I wrote an email saying that I won’t be pushing any further. What happened to just writing for me you know, I did finish answering a few text, but that’s par for the course, I guess I shouldn’t knock it though, Fifty Shades started out on the phone.

A phone I never answer because the people on the other end don’t say hi, scammers; what about a woman from one of the “ranches” down Nevada way… yeah, that’s money, but I can respect her at least. My characters introduce themselves with deadly viruses, kidnappings, gunfights, and speaking of which I remember when a gun blast woke people up and now it’s just another day as John Legend would say, “In America, In America, I still can’t breathe in America,” or anywhere just saying.

For now, though I should probably get to writing and worry less about Hi unless my stories suddenly turn normal because who knows what would happen if we all did understand The Anatomy Of Hi.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 223 ~SORRY, In Capital Letters~

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Not for all the tea in China, see even that makes me feel like I owe an apology, but nobody is getting one unless they have four legs and fit snuggly in my bed or two and some good assets, then I’m sure I’ll know one word. “SORRY, In Capital Letters”

Friday, February 9, 2018

Lesson 223 ~SORRY, In Capital Letters~

“Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Love Story

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore, talk about job security, I never love anybody so that’s why I am perpetually in business and what about that account for my day job? Something I’m going to have to confess to Inspector Echo. My how I hate wasting words, a genocide of thought and I love writing and for that I’ll repeat it, I’m sorry.

Ironically probably my grandest love at the moment which of course is my dog, can’t read and as much as he tilts his cute little head, he doesn’t understand the word. In truth with all of my writing starting from my name to this moment I’m still trying to understand anything and everything. It might explain my depression and why I haven’t been writing because no one wants to comprehend not even me and as much as I wish I could say I’m beyond description, I’m not worth it sometimes.

“Shut up or die…” Pontypool

If anything Lady Sophia that’s been the lesson for this whole godawful week, shut up or become one of them, the infected cretins always just vomiting out whatever is right at the time. Fine, okay, happy, here’s something else I would never say, Trump is a genius, he may be a moron and say some horrible things but the thing about it is, he doesn’t give a rat’s ass what he says. He never says he’s sorry but what does that mean, how does Trump feel about the American people, if he can scream his thoughts to the world “honestly.”

You know something, I think Love Story (1970) has it wrong, love means always having to say you’re sorry, again I’m forever apologizing to the dog, but I didn’t say it at work. I don’t say it to my family, hell I know a woman that loves me, but I don’t tell her I’m sorry. Talk about being a hypocrite; I started this thinking I’m always offering up apologies but other than to my dog who else is there, me and of course Inspector Echo.

My lack of writing might mean that I finally don’t love myself to try and save myself anymore with my words, but that won’t do at all will it? Would it help if I told you I’m sorry, would it help if I wrote it down a hundred times just like I Will Have No Fear, what will it take for me to listen, listen, hear, and understand this one word SORRY, In Capital Letters?

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 216 ~Beautiful From A Distance~

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For once I look to the future with hope instead of dread, no my dear Lady Sophia all the terror lies here in my words, no wonder I write for others and not for myself after will be more beautiful than now, I think Beautiful From A Distance.

Friday, February 2, 2018

Lesson 216 ~Beautiful From A Distance~

“I just like admiring pretty things from a distance” ― Benji, Alone Together Pop-up (2018)

Hey Lady Sophia,
I Am Not Afraid Anymore; everything is so far off in the distance that you lose all fear of it, editing my book, editing my statement for human resources, or even writing something for Publishers Clearing House. To be fair PCH probably has better odds than the first two, and speaking of people I feel like I owe, don’t I need to write a book review as well, today’s the day right?

A whole month has passed, and I haven’t even looked at my finish novel yet for NaNoWriMo, though I can’t say I’m any more excited that I was when I first finished it. There is also all my procrastination; I swear if I could write excuses for a living I would be in the money, what was it this morning, I felt sick, I have to write a statement to human resources about not writing a full account. Screw PCH but didn’t I tell an author that I finished reading their work and that means one more review, I gave my word, ha my word.

I have fifty thousand words ready to roll, and instead I write about somebody else, isn’t that the story of my life, I don’t have one word for myself because I have so many people speaking for me, the man in the mirror. Lady Sophia, I dream of the man in the distance, the rich man, the wealthy man, the brave one, the guy that won’t be alone, think something like Eli Stone Live Brave. Think of this though, stars are beautiful, but they are just explosions, I’m sure some people believe bombs are awesome until they are pointed at you and falling straight down?

I see success in the distance but in my face is nothing more than a bunch of garbled words, and there goes justice, but I could get a pink slip tomorrow; what about when I was playing PCH every day, and they came here and gave the grand prize to somebody else. For now, I have one more author doing what I have already done, but she’s making money and again my curse to help other people I’m just a regular Darth Plagueis, just saying.

So when will I start writing for myself again, a better question, when will I start writing and getting paid, it’s not like it hasn’t happened? As Bill Cosby put it, “you pick” but then again is he somebody I want to take advice from these days then still I’m a reviewer, and my words look Beautiful From A Distance.

I Will Have No Fear