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Gospel 123 ~Will Is The WriMo~

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To write about what was, is, or shall be, at least in my storybook universe, which doesn’t explain why I’m a day early with this other than NaNoWriMo is beginning. 50,000 words when an X or a check will determine more on the 3rd. “Will is The WriMo”

Sunday, November 1, 2020

Gospel 123 ~Will Is The WriMo~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, so you could so afford Dragon Naturally Speaking. So here’s a question I have for you… why aren’t you using it? I bought it years ago, and now it’s sitting in a closet somewhere. You wouldn’t be so tired now, maybe. That might be because, as of this moment, it’s Saturday, so welcome to Time Travel once again. I’m still trying to decide whether I’m a young man seeing visions or old enough to dream dreams. I can’t tell you anything about who you are, but you’re tired of the last days…

Saturday is supposed to be the last day you’re a screw-up. Only here I am trying my damnedest to prevent that from being the case. NaNoWriMo needs a clean slate, and there’s so much to get done. Surprise of the century, from appointments, work, future. Now I know what I want for you at this particular moment. The ideas are pouring in from The Eye of The Tiger, the gift of sight “A Wrinkle In Time.” What is it with me today and a woman, especially black ones giving orders? That was plenty damn offensive? Interesting that my boss is also a black woman. You won’t have time to be working out these dreams; I’m letting you know now. On top of that, the Day Job’s future means I should sign up for benefits sometime today as well. But now about these, Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 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 Writing My First NaNoWriMo Sentence
    Completed
  5. I AM Writing A New Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 3 – (The Good The Bad And The Crazy Stupid Hot) by A.J. Markam
    Completed

I’ve been on the ball lately with reading, and I should ask you not to mess this up. Bill Gates goes through one book a week, so I’ve heard. Do not fall into the habit of listening to old white men but then that leaves the Elephant in the room or Donkey. Be A Dragon. The biggest thing on your list shouldn’t be NaNoWriMo, though you better, and we’ll get to that. No, my friend, you have to go VOTE for some old white guy that wants to tell the country how to behave. M. Anime believes the end is near, so she’s become bold. Strange that I and hopefully you will follow suit. Not because of any possible conclusion. Though that helps but more because others are reaching the pinnacle. Still not trying to offend anyone with my jealousy. I have Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 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 Working On NaNoWriMo
  5. I AM VOTING
  6. I AM Finishing Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster

You do, VOTE, NaNoWriMo, Stay Alive. Will Is The WriMo

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Gospel 121 ~V’s For Very Willing~

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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

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Gospel 120 ~Mattress Got Back Will~

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I went back to bed, well, not really, but I did promise that I would make the bed the next time I got up. Hell, like that’s worked in any porno, I’ve ever seen. At least I’m sticking to not having my computer in the bedroom. “Mattress Got Back Will.”

Thursday, October 29, 2020

Gospel 120 ~Mattress Got Back Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so why should I be late, lazy, or low? It’s more like I’m languishing in my self-imposed rehab, and the bed is the last place I should be. Well, I better end this love affair with my pillow fast with NaNoWriMo. The pretty, pretty girls.

Even now, I wanted to say something, but again it would be pretty LOW. It’s both crude and creepy combined, sigh. Okay, so let’s stick with the crude. Yesterday, quite by accident (yeah right), I learned that “Girls Do Porn” is shut down. The owners well, one is hiding out. I’ve heard the weather is nice in New Zealand this time of year. Well, I don’t know. It’s where they did Lord of the Rings? Well, hell, the last time I was into an elf chick or some angel. I was reading Succubus 3 (The Good The Bad And The Crazy Stupid Hot). I still am. So anyway, back to Girls Do Porn. That’s where I saw Jenna Ricket, beauty queens in Melissa King and Kristy Althaus. Miss Teen Delaware and Miss Teen Colorado. What have I said about listening to old white men, or young white men, anybody in general?

Think for yourself, but that makes me oh so very tired. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel sorry for those assholes and all their crimes. Still, I’m too LAZY to work on my Raison D’etre or come up with a plan. One more reason I read in bed, for the most part, these days. As I’ve talked about, I’m still reading two series, filled with Succubi from A.J. Markam and Eric Vall. I should probably get to the Eye doc if I want to keep on doing that. Well, The things men do for “adult kicks,” even if it’s written. I’ve offended how many women? However, I’m not one to kiss and tell. Yeah, I hear you laughing because my whole life is based on breaking into the industry. Whether it be Writing, getting guys Watching, I gotta Work.

I’m nearly always LATE to the Day Job. Yet when it comes to the job I want… Hell, in the past three hours, it’s been Cat Morris, Callie Nicole, but blame Mia Rose. Fuck me how I love brunettes.

I should just get up, but “Stroke of Midnight,” “Destroyed,” maybe. Mattress Got Back Will

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Gospel 119 ~A High Maintenance Will~

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Another Day Off surrendered for forty bucks, yeah right, and then I came back and went to sleep. But, who needs a billion dollars and a fancy writing desk. I’m much better off unloading trucks and the stockroom. A High Maintenance Will

Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Gospel 119 ~A High Maintenance Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and with that kind of money, I’m not… hmm, I don’t have a word. Weird, Wicked, another term used to describe women, a Witch. Inspector Echo I have nothing but respect for women, with all my talk to M. Anime lately.

Well, that was until last night. I want to tell you what I said, but you know me. I’m staying “Family-Friendly” until Thursday, SIGH. I have no embarrassments to speak on other than “Talking Tables.” I hate that company profusely. I’m sweating like some druggie. Yet, since I can’t talk of one particular sin, I suppose Greed and Sloth will have to do. Even mentioning the seven deadly sins gets me to think of Eric Vall’s books. By tomorrow I’ll be done with another A.J. Markam title. Where does the time go and the dollars? Anyway, I should really focus on the hands of the clock, though. Did I mention how sweaty my hands are? Again it’s like I’m needing a good fix. Usually, I’m pretty damn cheap except when buying books or trying to be a better person ever.

Haven’t we spoken a time or two about how I refuse to buy store brands… for the most part. I’m nowhere near living large, but again where does all the money go, Inspector Echo. I’m sitting here cursing pizza, which is utter blasphemy. I worked on an off day too. Inspector, how much am I worth… an extra four hours, and what am I going to do with it? I’m more concerned about going on six hours that I wasted sleeping. Ok, so not all of them since again I’m 85% done with another novel. I even gained some enlightenment. Only now I’m not sharing because of Greed, Sloth, and let’s throw in some Pride to the mix. Yeah, like I don’t share all my other secrets for the world to see. I’m not better than anybody I know it.

Only this lazy, good for nothing boy, I treat better than the man I ought to be. I mentioned Marvin Gaye and Teddy Pendergrass. At the Day Job, beside them, I listened to some “decent” affirmations for all the good that did. I found out a “favorite” website got axed.

I’m sorry, Inspector Echo, who I am, is such a cheap date and high maintenance. Contradiction, A High Maintenance Will

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Gospel 116 ~Smells Like Will’s Spirit~

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There was a time in this life when I was all into pheromones, and for some inane reason, I still have a bottle of cologne sitting on the sink. My firstborn didn’t seem to mind my stench, but today is laundry day. “Smells Like Will’s Spirit”

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Gospel 116 ~Smells Like Will’s Spirit~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but you’re no closer to buying some damn business. So today ain’t the day to talk about women you hate. At this rate, you’ll sound like Ian from A.J. Markam’s novel. We’ll get to that and many other reasons you’re down today. Presently how about some Disney Tangled or MLK? I’ve Got A Dream, I Have A Dream. Well, you did, anyway. There was burning rubber, a race between Morgan Jones, Victor Strand, and others at the old house. “Burn Rubber, But Not Your Soul” those words…

Hell, I smelled like death, which is why the first thing you did this morning was taking a shower. I want to say that I’ve been working on GULP. You know I did most of yesterday, and you’re rushing because you want some lunch and to read more A.J. Markam. Strangely enough, that only adds to the stench of disappointment. Now you are enjoying the book, but what Ian did to Alaria, as she would say, Oh My Goddess. Do you ever get the idea that everything is connected? Of course, you do, but there is so much out there. So to the last bit of shame, which you will see soon enough. I wrote something yesterday about how I feared my own words when it comes to writing for NaNoWriMo. Only it was her words yesterday. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 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 Preparing My Plot For NaNoWriMo
    Completed
  5. I AM Writing A New Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 3, Eric Vall
    Completed

The stench of failure still permeates everything. Two wins are nothing, and how are you counting #4. Sure, I did pick out twenty idioms, I suppose, for fruit. The plot will be the deaths of Cherry’s clients. Still, there is no title, and that’s because of fear, I’ll admit to. Again you’ll say you don’t want to offend or scare anyone. When this conversation first began, how many times did you change the first two sentences? Now you’re researching for random Cherry text. Are you being tortured like Morpheus in The Matrix? I mean, hm? There’s that fire again. Maybe you’re more like Agent Smith because somewhere is the key to your next book. Ideas are bulletproof or, in this case, fireproof, which is one more reason you should get to typing. Only here this, not these 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 Writing My First NaNoWriMo Sentence
  5. I AM Writing A New Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 3 – (The Good The Bad And The Crazy Stupid Hot) by A.J. Markam

Title Fodder

  1. Cherry,
  2. A Bowl Of Cherries,
  3. A Bite At The Cherry
  4. The Cherry On Top (Cherry On The Cake)
  5. Cherry-Pick
  6. Cherry Picker
  7. Cherry Pie
  8. Cherry Red

Well, I wasted another week, and hopefully, you won’t follow in my footsteps. When you’re me, NaNoWriMo will begin. Also VOTE!!! Smells Like Will’s Spirit

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Gospel 114 ~Willing The Story’s End~

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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

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Gospel 113 ~Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs~

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What’s a bed for anyway, unless I can cut my phone off because I’m not using it to read books. I have way too many electronics around, and all my religious books are paperbacks, ha-ha. “Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs,” but I’m not up praying.

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Gospel 113 ~Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I shouldn’t be going to bed alone. If you ever want a goodnight’s sleep, a fapping session is in order, but yeah, that’s off the table or the mattress. I’m 5 days in with NO FAP, which means I spend most nights “up.”

I’m talking “All The Way Up,” Dirty Diana. Why else would I be so late talking to you? It’s 3:36 in the afternoon. I honest to God tried to get to bed at a decent hour. Hell, I can’t honestly tell you what I was edging to last night. Cherry and Mum, M. Anime, Pinterest? Even now, I’m sitting here with a massive case of Blue Balls. At least I’m not asleep. You can thank Succubus Lord 3 by Eric Vall for that. Now that feels good to say. Only while I got you here, I’ll probably be reading A.J. Markham next. Succubus 3 The Good, The Bad, And The Crazy Stupid Hot. I got so into today’s reading; I’m on 99%. Jacob has his own harem of beautiful Succubi to contend with. Ian has one, but they fool around with all sorts of women. Talk about a series that’s right up my alley Diana.

How wouldn’t it impact my writing? Fuck I need to take my mind off of Yabbos for a while. What and get stuck inside my head? NaNoWriMo is right around the corner, and yes, I’m sticking with the fruit. With my new Pinterest, I need to build up inspiration. But I haven’t found Kleenexing Knockers girl yet. If anything, I believe I will be killing more men in this novel anyway, Cherry and Mum’s clients. Will it be another rash of suicides? It’s like I’m killing myself right now, and for what exactly? My Masochism? However, I’ll say God is a sadist and why all the talk about God, you ask? I could be better off reading all the religious texts I’ve collected over the years. I need another story of hot monster women fucking?

I could get fucked come election day when I vote. Unless Melody Parker from Bipartisan Bonage comes knocking at the door. I’m voting for Biden, Harris. I have a hard time looking up, but with Yabbos, I wouldn’t worry about a MAGA hat. I haven’t been on my knees praying.

So Will’s Bipartisan Bedtime Beliefs.

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Gospel 112 ~Will And His Wrench~

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Today was spent assembling rolling carts and the like with a Canadian gentleman. Don’t ever tell me Canada is “a nice place,” but then again, living in the US… yeah, where’s my passport? “Will And His Wrench,” there are several in my plans.

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Gospel 112 ~Will And His Wrench~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so I’m sure I have a few handymen on call. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, being “Family-Friendly” SUCKS. On family, I remember something my “Father” taught me. If you want something done right, do it yourself, yep.

Well, that was in The Fifth Element, too, where I learned that lesson. Now my Mother and Father’s teachings were this. I’m worthless, I better fix it, and how to shut my mouth. A new game system, setting my sister’s TV, the dæmon napping away. Unfortunately, that’s what I was doing most of today, sleeping. If I were smarter, I would have told the Day Job to go to Hell, but instead, I went in. The question; is something wrong with my bed or something wrong with me, as I can’t stay awake for anything. Another signal of my ongoing depression, which is still an excuse. How dare I call it depression as I’m humiliated at the Day Job always. No, I’m only lazy and STUPID. I don’t intend to be so down on myself. I have no real coping tools, really Inspector Echo, SIGH.

Speaking of tools, I’m still looking at the dining room table in utter disgust and contempt. It’s all my fault, no doubt, the burn marks on the wood. I’ve told you how much of a “Scrooge” I am, haven’t I? It’s only October so let’s go with Brewster’s Millions, Inspector.
I haven’t bought an ironing board since when? Hell, I won’t even go out to buy lightbulbs, and I wonder why I can’t see… uh, the light. I am sitting on a thousand dollars, and I won’t spend a penny; why. We know why and I can’t talk about it ever. If I’m being good. Let’s stick to the sins of SLOTH and GREED. Besides talking to you, I am still reading with no thought of the time. 15% every day is my quota. What am I learning about Inspector Echo? Knowledge is power, but none of what I know helped me fix the table.

I am gaining insights into my novel. More like what to steal, but Eric Vall is a great writer. I’m thinking along the lines of some customers getting blackmailed or murdered. And one more thing, none of this makes any sense to you, Inspector. Sorry.

Only, Will And His Wrench

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Gospel 109 ~Heroes Hoarding Good Will~

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Sometimes I wish I could be the hero, give out hope like it was candy in my pocket, give hope to men. Seems plenty of people are hoarding it these days. In a way, I’m selfish because I want to save myself and my Dæmon first. Heroes Hoarding Good Will

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Gospel 109 ~Heroes Hoarding Good Will~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, so why isn’t any of that “trickling down” to you? Now you’ll still be voting for Biden and Harris. Despite all of the ideologies you share with the Republican Party. Talk about something that won’t be changing in the next three weeks. You might have to put that on your six impossible things list come the week of the election. To think I’ve made you some room this week. Of course, you still have to read, and you can’t put voting up until November 1. Trying to save the world and yourself.

As we have talked of so many times in the past, you’re no hero. Not one of your Six Impossible Things says, Be The Hero, and yet we live in Zombieland. The first thing is about being a better man. How else can you be, The Merovingian, Victor Strand, etc.?

Villains, Anti-Heroes, somewhat alright, which leads to the second, why you need to be a good father. What better men are there? Than Dads hmm? I’ve only ever played the first God of War. I never finished Heavy Rain. SPOILER ALERT, Joel dies, The Last of Us Part II. Now concerning the third impossible thing AHEM A Man Provides. My writing is my work, which is now your livelihood. Not the Day Job that even now you’re dreading. You are not a joke or one punchline. You are a writer. These aren’t Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 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 Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Completed
  5. I AM Going To Bed Before Midnight
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 2, Eric Vall
    Completed

I accomplished two of these things this week. It might have taken a year, but #4 got done. You take a stand on something. Even if nobody reads it, if anyone rejects, or if it’s barely a roar, it is there. Now when will you give others a chance? Strange, isn’t it but be loud. Hell, the only reason you’re sitting at the dining room table is that you got eight hours. I was about to say that’s impossible. Yes, you call it the “Big I,” which simply goes to show you the man you are. Kids get pats on the head for sleeping on time. But to change it? Finally, of course, you read to hone your craft. You are trying to educate yourself. Hell, for motivation to be a hero like Ian or Jacob, or write like S. Wolf, Eric Vall, A.J. Markham. Yet these 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 Preparing My Plot For NaNoWriMo
  5. I AM Writing A New Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 3, Eric Vall

We’re going into overtime because here’s today’s point. How many days have you seen anyone and everyone asking you to vote? You go to the Day Job and grunt your way like a caveman through such tasks. Yet nothing as fulfilling as the written word. Rule 002 You Are Not A Caveman. Rule 003 Now The Work Can Begin. Am I asking you to be the hero? THEY say you can’t be if you’re only saving yourself. There’s you, your Dæmon (Imp), Dear Future Wife. Now you’ll vote, which might not save the world. Only you and he must survive. Because Heroes Hoarding Good Will

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Gospel 107 ~Read Dead Redemption Will~

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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.

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