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Gospel 165 ~Sheet It’s Will Again~

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Last week I talked about escape… my bedroom is bigger than the Den/Game Room, and I got my private bathroom, not like I have family besides the Dæmon. So I have plenty of sheets of TP, a bedroom set, and what about my writing. “Sheet It’s Will Again”

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Gospel 165 ~Sheet It’s Will Again~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I’m sure that you can afford to have Christmas spirit when you get on my level. Well, Scrooge had the money, and it still took three ghosts. That’s how you feel right now, dead to the world. You’re still awaiting zombie hordes. It’s much too late for Halloween, and white sheets along with being a black man in America shudders. Not what you want to see in the dark of night. How about a white Christmas or your addiction? Not cocaine, but your “own personal brand of heroin.” Thank you, Twilight.

Now your sheets ain’t white… indeed grey. Again you’re nowhere near close to Christian Grey or that guy Mason you’re reading about. But you haven’t left your bed today, have you? It would be acceptable if you got what you wanted for Christmas. Instead, laziness. You have the Dæmon to keep you warm. It could be he doesn’t want to collide into anything again. I made such promises to him, and you will too, but time is not on your side. His enormous future getting tasked the job of guarding his brothers & sisters, sigh.
He’s lying out in the sun naked, “collarless,” and you can’t get it up to put your pants on. You know, because who needs food or even a change of scene. Didn’t I say something last night about moving from the bed to the loveseat? Not my Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 005 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 003 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 Editing Anything Of My Current Works
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing The Christmas Pickup
    Completed

Yeah, the only sheets I seem to be tearing through are in books. Should I even need to tell you to keep going? You don’t think much of C.M. Steele’s book, but everyone is Shakespeare compared to you. Now that’s something you need to work on, talking down to yourself. If there’s any joy to be had in life, it’s on your wish list. There’s a reason that Indiana Gone is your 2nd BFF. What would you have done if Amazon had existed when you were a child? See, you were about to think of something terrible. Surprise, then disappointment? Yet, you’re not Hank Hill. As the song goes, you got bills to pay and mouths to feed. So why are you still wrapped up in blankets instead of doing something like, I don’t know. You could be working on your book. Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 003 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 SIGH
  4. I AM Editing Anything Of My Current Works
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Mason’s Winter

If I could ask…, stop living in a world of shit. Sheet It’s Will Again

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Gospel 163 ~Will Brings His Genre~

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“What’s my age again,” as the song goes? My “father” was here selling my first car, which was junk, I know. Everyone thinking I can’t drive my second car. Only there’s a lot of things I can’t do, like writing. “Will Brings His Genre,” it’s been a day

Friday, December 11, 2020

Gospel 163 ~Will Brings His Genre~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, only not really. Also, I can’t share my writing genre with you because it’s not Thursday… ahh, Dirty Diana. Can’t say I’m in the mood either. Oh, you know me, but for now, I’m wishing COVID-19 took a heavier toll population-wise, SIGH. Once again, my Republican tendencies, and what a horrible thing to think, let alone write. Now we both know it’s a lot more acceptable than what I usually put on the page. It’s a sad state of affairs wishing death upon my fellow man. All because I hate DRIVING?

Sure I lost one car today. Well, my father sold it to a scraper or somebody today. It wasn’t like I was driving it ever. On top of that, the car I’m cruising in; well, I guess everyone thinks I don’t know what I’m doing behind the wheel. I’m not all Fast & Furious enough. Fury is one thing I understand far too well. Only in this part of the story, its purpose is to keep back the despair. I won’t go back to reading Dale Carnegie anytime soon. What about writing my own Self-Help book? As always, what motivates me. We can’t discuss it. Much like the book, I’m currently reading. Yes, it’s another one for the holidays by C. M. Steele. I can’t say I’m getting in a very festive mood. There was even a point in my life where I wrote some holiday poetry, but I was only seeing green dollars… NOT.

If I had been, then indeed, I would be writing a review for some miracle pill. Is that science fiction Lady Sophia? Some drugs will take my Fear, Fury and make me Forget about today. I do tend to write about how I imagine my future. No zombie overruns usually. Interesting, writing, and not writing are so hard. I could tell you all about the horrors of my world. Only you wouldn’t find them so terrifying because in my eyes you… I have Lady Lu’s look down, and I hate the man in the mirror but yours; seven deadly sins? However, what genre would I call these conversations? I’m definitely not happy. History was my former FAVORITE subject. I did try my hand at being a songwriter once upon a time. I’m a drama queen…

Bad endings like Far Cry 5, Will Brings His Genre

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 162 ~Will’s Christmas List II~

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Again, not a fan of Christmas. Speaking of something green, I care about the environment and would like to hear more about “The Green New Deal” or (see more of AOC). Anyway, I also so want more green in my wallet. “Will’s Christmas List II”

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Gospel 162 ~Will’s Christmas List II~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I believe I’ve said that still won’t be enough. I should have covered this last week, but of course, you know, to me, words are life. So yep, I started with books, but now it’s all about “Dollar, dollar bill y’all” the Wu-Tang Clan. Now you’re telling yourself, “that doesn’t sound much like Christmas or ever so sexy.” I would refer you to Daria, saying that money can make anyone beautiful (and/or sexy). So why not ask Santa to leave some pussy under my tree? About that tree, hmm?

Hell, I’ve been sporting wood forever, and didn’t I say I fucked up my Six Impossible Things. If I had the cash, I’m sure I wouldn’t be spending all my time online. It would cut back on Fapping opportunities. At the very least, I could cum in more exotic locations. Not on my own, of course. You might not believe me, but I’ve never paid for sex. I wish I could say it was because of some “moral” obligation. I’ve paid women to get naked. My wallet has been opened to “art” and, of course, literature. Only never actual fucking. Seriously though, I would, and also a nude maid too. You don’t know how I tried with MILF Uno, aka “Okay.” I dared to bring up the maid portion to MILF Cuatro, aka “Specs.” As Stevie Wonder puts it, “Someday At Christmas.” I’ll live life in a plethora of women.

All buck naked or semi-dressed because you know how I enjoy cosplay and other fantasies. Another thing is I’m going to buy a network to showcase them. I’ll get more into that next week. Focus on the money, right? These last days… cumming all over. However, I would have to defend my empire. Since I’ve begun playing Far Cry 5 again, I’ve awoken a bloodlust. Fuck, you could call me Trevor Philips. With the funds, I would buy an armory of which, um GTA V, Far Cry 5, Cyberpunk 2077, dare not dream of SIGH.
Don’t get me wrong, my gun still scares the shit out of me. I’m not looking to die, but I’m looking to gaming even more.

Now money can’t buy me love… Fix my teeth, new car, my Dæmon lives forever?

I want money, lots and lots of money, then “Pussy Galore” Will’s Christmas List II.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 161 ~Will Takes A Break~

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Another week, another Christmas book, or more a novella. What am I taking a break from reading anything real? Says the man who’s been lost in Eric Vall’s novels? What else have I been doing besides sleeping, hmm? “Will Takes A Break,” again

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Gospel 161 ~Will Takes A Break~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should be “EVIL…” The other day I read something to the tune of a billionaire is like a dragon hoarding wealth. Add to my list of things to do; sleeping on a pile of money. That’s me taking a break. I only sleep. Don’t worry, Inspector Echo. If last night was any sign. When it comes to talking to you and the girls, I’m like Edward Cullen meets Bella Swan. We’ll get into books in a minute or later. It’s almost 6:00 PM, meaning it’s time for some Far Cry 5 and WWE.

Now I talked about the DRAGON and all, but here’s something else. Idle hands are the Devil’s playthings. Again I’m getting back into gaming because I have to give myself things to do. You must be thinking, “killing cultists?” Well, they ain’t MAGA hats, hmm? Okay, that was pretty dark but, don’t ask me to go darker. I still think about that book from K Webster from time to time. I imagine I would have liked such a thing once. For now, it creeps me out what occurred at the end. Oh, and the 2nd comes out in a month. I’m thankful I finished “Sinning The Cherry On Top,” but you don’t know what it’s like. I hate not working on it, and the conclusion, and then picking it up again. Once I thought it was the reason that I couldn’t get to bed at a decent time. So what did I do last night?

Well, I mean besides talking to Madam Justice and finally getting to bed around 4:00 AM? Let’s say starting that morning is a blur, and I literally can’t talk about it. Yet again, my Republican tendencies of knowing, wanting honesty, but I won’t utter anything. Sadly, I won’t be completing my Six Impossible Things. You can take your pick on the number except if it’s six. I’m reading another Christmas story, a novella. Inspector Echo, you can call me lazy for all the breaks I’ve been taking. Indulging within procrastination. Only now, I’m trying to hide away from life, from knowing right and wrong. And of course, from the Day Job that breaks me more than anything and yet I go don’t I, my schedule.

A lucky break ain’t coming, and I’m sorry I believed such. Will Takes A Break

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 158 ~Will’s Keys To Heaven~

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I didn’t die in Far Cry 5; I didn’t kill off Win William Bridgman. He did take an “arrow to the knee,” as is were… SPOILER ALERT ha. I haven’t escaped, though, still sitting here on the loveseat. Will’s Keys To Heaven yet I remain here

Sunday, December 6, 2020

Gospel 158 ~Will’s Keys To Heaven~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but you must build “The Republic of Heaven” where you are. For there is no place else. I want you to remember that when I say I haven’t learned anything from books. This is from the novel “The Amber Spyglass,” you know. Speaking of which, you know the phrase when one door closes, another opens, or something like that? How about the one that says that any place you don’t leave is a prison. Today you imagine yourself to be parts Hamlet and Neo, hell even Agent.

“But they are the gatekeepers. They are guarding all the doors, they are holding all the keys. Which means that sooner or later, someone is going to have to fight them.” Morpheus – The Matrix (1999)

Classic and Pop Culture References… does that mean your mind is trapped or free? That’s what today is about, ESCAPE. I’ll admit I got a tiny bit of that with Far Cry 5. I told Lady Lu yesterday I might try a bit of hunting… Humans, the most dangerous game. I didn’t even die in-game… okay, once, but the computer teammate revived me. One more reason you’re not suicidal. If I can screw up so badly in a game, imagine trying such things in real life. You don’t want to think about real-life with this week and all, hmm? Not to get all political, but you know, “The American Dream” is outside your price range. You spent a few minutes in bed trying to remember was a Piggie Potato from “JNN” that damn good. Of course, your Wi-Fi still sucks, SIGH. But Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 001 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 005 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 Winning NaNoWriMo With My Trilogy Finale “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
    Completed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 6
    Completed

Yeah, who needs Wi-Fi when I’m not doing most of these things. Again I completed NaNoWriMo, so you’re free of that. Shouldn’t you be editing it? I wrote the back cover and everything for it. Nothing is stopping you from posting it right here, worldwide? Considering most of your stories are about one thing, here’s another revelation I had. They’re about KEYS. Doors with beauty behind them. Places to keep secrets, chains to keep the beast at bay or to tease him mercilessly. Even a series with tools to breakout. Exciting stuff, but here’s the kicker. As I said above, you have all the power. And yet you remain here, and I ask why? Not like I’m doing any better, last night crawling along my belly like a slug. Let’s not ask why that or again these Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 005 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 Editing Anything Of My Current Works
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing The Christmas Pickup

What’s so impossible is asking you to be all “Piña Colada” by next week but ESCAPE? Will’s Keys To Heaven.

“You see, your fight for survival starts right now. You don’t want to be judged? You won’t be. You don’t think you’re strong enough? You are. You’re afraid. Don’t be. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight.” Dr. Vera Gorski – Sucker Punch (2011)

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 156 ~Too Much Sauce Will~

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Maybe I miss the Blazin’ sauce from B-Dubs; I would put it on everything. Only getting ready for Hell, though the book description I wrote today amazingly doesn’t sound anything like it. Yeah, just hand it to NaNoWriMo. Too Much Sauce Will.

Friday, December 4, 2020

Gospel 156 ~Too Much Sauce Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can bring back Buffalo Wild Wings (Blazin’) sauce. Yes, I keep up with the news. I do remember the trouble last year—racism at B-Dubs. However, last Saturday, I went with my second best friend and her hubby. Now I know something was off. Nothing happened. I only mean I didn’t read they had Blazin’ sauce on the menu anymore. Speaking of things I didn’t read or wish I hadn’t. I’m still “salty” at Serra Hyundai. $500.00, no way. Now there’s still Coronavirus.

Of course, they’re not shutting down the Day Job because of it. Hell, I could use the money because of the “dang,” car. I’m sure there is a file somewhere showing a few pennies raise. Doubtful as Coronavirus strikes again, so as somebody said the rich get richer as so. Meanwhile, I’m no longer reading about how to get my Dæmon’s nail from out of his collar. Yeah, I took the collar off, but you know how he can be… I wish there were alternatives to, um, him hating my guts. He’s cuddled up with me, yet Depression lingers. He’s quiet, but my smartphone, with its bleeps and bops, is starting to drive me out of my mind. Sometimes it’s stupid emails. Others, it’s Twitter that I don’t want to stop because, as the song goes. “I feel STUPID.” I wish I had freedom like Elliot Page, formerly Ellen Page.

No, not like that. You can check every Thursday for the past few years. What I mean is, not living as you desire, having to hide, so much. It’s too much trying to cover-up what you really are. Which brings me to get some work done um, my book description:

Going to the chapel and he’s gonna get BURIED

An apple a day keeps a doctor away… too bad he’s marrying her. Win Bridgman, having buried his Cherry, is looking to HAPPIER days. Cuddled with the future, Mrs. Bridgman. Once Dr. Sarah Haven. But what’s the Garden of Eden when one has been to Heaven above or Hell below. At least he still runs “The Moondust,” which is now a family affair.

Between his adopted son, The Master. Evie Barrett, his daughter-in-law, the newly crowned “Mistress Moondust.” Along with his wife to be, the Madam. Why isn’t he HAPPY at all?

Saving Cherry hadn’t worked, and how long does it take a man to forget. If Sarah has it her way, he better not forget about one more girl she put in the ground. Most relationships began with a series of lies. Sarah’s and Win’s, however, was the fact she had forgotten her ole “Hippocratic Oath,” some time long ago.

She wasn’t the only one, from politicians to Cherry’s father. What of the new girls in town threatening her place beside Win?

Uh-hmm maybe, Too Much Sauce Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 155 ~Will’s Christmas List I~

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For the record, Christmas was never a real fetish of mine. I’ve seen cosplayers, porn stars, as the Queen B *shudders* herself sang a “Naughty Girl” dressing up. Doesn’t do anything for me, really. “Will’s Christmas List I” begins with two cents

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Gospel 155 ~Will’s Christmas List I~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and didn’t I say I HATE CHRISTMAS yesterday? So I better get in the habit of buying my own stuff? I went to the car repair place today. Let me say this AHEM, FUCK SERRA HYUNDAI!!! Another FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS?
Excuse me, Dirty Diana, Thursdays are supposed to be good days. The joke is on me, I guess, but I didn’t give those bastards one dime. As far as any money I’ll be spending this Christmas, um, my Dæmon comes to mind. Next would be the written word, more books.

Now aren’t words free, you ask? Well, This Is America? The first thing I want for Christmas. Okay, maybe not first, but seeing as how I’ll do four parts of this. I want ideas, Dirty Diana. Naughty, Filthy, Dirty, Depraved, Fucked Up, and downright Ignorant. Interesting is an understatement. You know the conversations I have with the other girls and the man in the mirror. I want to feel comfortable enough to say “Yabbos” again. Breasts, Tits, Fun Bags, now I could continue. Why not say something like “Cunt,” whoa, only in my stories. And I don’t know if Eric Vall has ever used the term. Odds are I won’t read it in “The Christmas Pickup” by Abby Knox. Yet I want more Erotica, and I don’t want to feel so eww as I did with K Webster’s “Stroke of Midnight,” um yeah, no way.

Not only do I want a lot more books, but I also want to be free to talk about them. You’ve clearly seen how I’ve been writing again. Is my viewership going up? Hackers and scammers, but still, since I ain’t shelling out cash to some car place, what about some ads? Could work? Speaking of work, what about my novels. I’ve been crowing all week about finishing NaNoWriMo, and I haven’t looked at my work since. So that’s me trying not to FAP, sigh. I know I don’t write so sexy, of course. Fucking throughout literature takes creativity. Lastly, while I’m all about lust… You won’t believe me, but I want to know how to write about love again. Sure I saw MILF Dos yesterday. I never speak to MILF Tres and MILF Cuatro; I’m not that fucking STUPID.

Not with them, but “I Want to Know What Love Is.” That’s what I want, Santa. Will’s Christmas List I

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 154 ~For Will, The Holidays~

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This time last week, I was scared to death of going into the “Day Job.” Now I feel the whole month of December is going to be that fear mixed with everything. Yet today, I started a Christmas book on top of being worried about… For Will, The Holidays

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Gospel 154 ~For Will, The Holidays~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now. This means during the season of giving, I should be out somewhere. How long did it take me to get from the bed to the loveseat in the den? Inspector Echo, I said I would get to bed before midnight? Well, that was a “damn” lie. Okay, take a breath, remember gratitude. As with most days, I’m discombobulated, even more so today, but at least I remembered it’s Wednesday, so small favors. I saved my Dæmon from getting his nail caught in his collar… Yes, a trip for grooming is coming.

It’s not like my Imp has any place to show off, though. As for me, I want to go back to bed and start reading my next Eric Vall novel. However, it is December. I must keep reminding myself of the time today. So here I have a bit of a confession. I HATE CHRISTMAS.

Now that seems harsh, and again, I should be grateful. Not stealing Lady Sophia’s shine, but I’m glad that the sequel to that K Webster novel I read isn’t out. I lack the guts to go back to A.J. Markam titles. I’m heavy into Eric Vall’s books, my absolute favorites. Echo, what does this have to do with me hating the holidays? As a matter of fact, my form of celebrating is reading Christmas stories… with other elements mixed in. Currently, I’m reading something from Abby Knox. But yeah, the 4th circle of Hell SIGH.

When I was a child Inspector Echo, I never imagined life would turn out like this. I would help my mother trim the tree. My “father” and I would decorate the house. I would wake my sister up at 6:00 AM. Hell, I was unboxing my N64 before Christmas… sorry. Nowadays, Scrooge, the Grinch, I’ve never seen Krampus, but I want to subscribe to its newsletter. Let’s say, I understand. I’m trying Echo, I am.

Again I read Christmas books, I have a Spotify holiday playlist. They’re a few Christmas classics I like. Still nothing. Of course, I’ll be talking more about this, but today it’s been a rush of things. NaNoWriMo ended, and I hate my story. The Dæmon is getting older, and I’m worried. Grammarly hit me hard. Yeah, pardon my language but eff you, Grammarly. Thanksgiving leftovers.

Most wonderful time, Bah Humbug, sorry. For Will, The Holidays.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 151 ~To Will’s Last Day~

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Relax, I’m not dying today, and neither is Win William Bridgman, but as for tomorrow, who knows. Um, if I’m going to win NaNoWriMo tomorrow, I suppose I should, to be honest. “To Will’s Last Day”

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Gospel 151 ~To Will’s Last Day~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but are you a published author yet? It’s what Indiana Gone asked at lunch today. Here’s another good question, AHEM, why were you so terrified of your second BFF. Um, not her exactly, but the moment in time. An hour maybe. Speaking of time leads me back to your writing. The good news is; you have another 2200 words in the bag. The bad news is you should be at 48,333, and now as it stands, you’re at 47,800. Tomorrow is the last day, so what are you gonna do with that?

One of your motivations goes, sacrifice today for tomorrow’s betterment. You should work through the night and get this done, but you won’t, will you? A bit of free time, you know, but again, sigh, NaNoWriMo ends tomorrow, and you can make it right now. Somehow or another, I think you’ll end up once again going to bed at 2:00 am and sleeping the day away once more. Why is it that you can get up for everything but you? What do you owe the Day Job? Your friend is awesome. The Dæmon’s eating hotdog bits. However, here’s an idea as the song goes. If today was your last day… Are you proud of what you’ve done? Hell, you’re feeling guilty you aren’t at the top of the heap when it comes to The Walking Dead game. As for being on top, 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 Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
    Failed
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 5
    Completed

You’re really starting to think that #6, if anything is procrastination. Eric Vall is a good writer. I said yesterday it was a struggle to stay awake reading, but today, you plowed through it. One day it’s going to be you on the shelf or digital. Not too picky there. Only when it comes to one of the main characters in “Sinning The Cherry On Top.” You can’t decide where he’s going to end up. At least this will be put to bed as a trilogy and no more. Again there will be a bit of free time between The End and Day Job exhaustion. Will anything change for you this week? Oh, did I mention that The Walking Dead: World Beyond had its series finale. One more reason to hurry this along for reactions. But yeah, 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 Winning NaNoWriMo With My Trilogy Finale “Sinning The Cherry On Top.”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus Lord 6

All I ask of you in this coming week… Win NaNoWriMo. To Will’s Last Day.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 149 ~Lies In Line Will~

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NaNoWriMo’s last day is Monday, and I’m around 8,000 words short of the finish line. Do you even need to ask what I was doing on Thursday and tonight? One more lie for a story that will never be. “Lies In Line Will”

Friday, November 27, 2020

Gospel 149 ~Lies In Line Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but the one thing I won’t lie about tonight is THE END. Now I don’t know how many NaNoWriMo months I have completed over many years. Still, again I won’t lie about a conclusion. Dammit, so this last time, a hundred. Beautiful Sophia, I’m giving myself a one-hundred-word window. Hell, I haven’t even made up for last night’s debacle. Don’t I always mention how much I hate the holidays? Sure I have all the turkey I can eat, and my BFF is in town but still. Of course, I’m still reading.

With that in mind, I hope you don’t mind if I get some work done:

Chapter One – From Digging Into Cherry Pie (Win William Bridgman)
Chapter Two – Starting With A Second Banana (Evie Gabriela Bennett)
Chapter Three – What Once Was Cherry Condition (Sarah Annora Haven)
Chapter Four – When Life Gives You Lemons (Sarah Annora Haven)

Chapter Five – The Anatomy Of An Apple (Evie Gabriela Bennett)
Chapter Six – You Ready To Go Bananas (Sarah Annora Haven)
Chapter Seven – Ode Of Lost Cherry Picker (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Eight – Apples, Oranges, Why Not Tomatoes (Win William Bridgman)

Chapter Nine – A Couple of Bad Apples (Sarah Annora Haven)
Chapter Ten – Apples From The Hanging Tree (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Eleven – With Big Melons, Who’s Melancholy (Win William Bridgman)
Chapter Twelve – When Cherry Was The Bomb (Evie Gabriela Bennett)

Chapter Thirteen – As American As Apple Pie (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Fourteen – Life, In Cherry Picking Minutes (Win William Bridgman)
Chapter Fifteen – In The Garden Of Evie (Evie Gabriela Bennett)
Chapter Sixteen – Crushing The Grapes Of Wrath (Sarah Annora Haven)

Chapter Seventeen – The Fruits of the Forbidden (Cain Azrael Fae)
Chapter Eighteen – A Hole Like Our Cherry’s

You’re not Inspector Echo, but I do ask your forgiveness, My Lady. I needed to see this written out in real-time to decide where I’m going. Also, you know how I write, for example, A Hole Like Our Cherry’s equals A Bowl Full Of Cherries. Um, I’ve lied to NaNoWriMo. Yeah, I told you I would. But I know Chapters Nineteen and Twenty now. The Plum Assignment and Strawberry Fields Forever. I need my music. I need to actually get this done, but instead, I cover. Lies In Line Will

I Will Have No Fear