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Gospel 130 ~Willing To Savor Victory~

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Did my vote matter? With the state not really, in the grand scheme of things, one popular vote for Biden so no. The thing is, he’s the next president. I keep writing. It will be a long shot to win NaNoWriMo, but I have. Willing To Savor Victory.

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Gospel 130 ~Willing To Savor Victory~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now. When you get your billion, will you still be saying “just another day” SIGH? Now I’m sure I’ve put HAPPY on the most hated words list. As the song goes, “I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad,” and you’re still relishing that emotion. Tomorrow to you is like the ending of “Artistic Anarchy.” The haunting melody of Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead. Along with the knowledge that you pissed off John Wick. Oh, shall we get into talking about dogs, more specifically, your son The Dæmon?

He’s still upstairs, and this stubbornness might end up with a trip to the vet. Now shush, can’t be putting that sort of stuff out into the universe. Still, you can’t fight time, and you’re both old men, you and him. Worrying profits a man nothing, you know. And yet? Fantastic that a comic strip can get you to smile. That particular one, “And Yet,” comes from Strange Planet and the money he is making. But you’re “writing,” and you have the knowledge that your book won’t earn anything, And Yet? You could win, hmm. NaNoWriMo might net you a fortune, and you know you could use it. A broken-down car is sitting right outside. Last night the toilet finally gave up. Well, we could talk about lots of food too. Um, I never got an “Existence Day” Feast Ha! Yeah, and Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 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 Working On NaNoWriMo
    Completed
  5. I AM VOTING
    Completed Biden and Harris Have WON!!!
  6. I AM Finishing Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster
    Completed

I carved through half the list somehow, but again I see no victory. Sad to say, what do you see coming around in your future? Hell, I should have been more specific when it comes to goals. As THEY say, the devil is in the details. It’s why I’m taking so long today to talk.

Oh, is that what I’m doing looking over the list. As far as #4 goes, I’m way behind with NaNoWriMo. With #5, all I am is a statistic with the popular vote because my state fell to Trump. Only Biden is President now, so silver lining. K Webster’s novel, haunting. Here’s a question you should be asking maybe. What does it take to win? You know it’s one element of November I’m still upset about, and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours for you, my friend. But 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 Catching Up With My NaNoWriMo Novel “Sinning The Cherry On Top”
  5. I AM Writing A New TWD Guild Intro
  6. I AM Finishing Succubus 4 (Gnome Place Like Home) A.J. Markham

All I ask, be good to the Imp, win NaNoWriMo, Be Willing To Savor Victory.

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Gospel 128 ~Will The People Please…~

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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…

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Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

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Election Week is it… has been pretty HARD, and sadly I’m back to using the big head, and the last thing I need to think about is who’s in charge right at this second. Ballots, bullets, I’d much prefer boobs changing votes. Vote With Your… Willy.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Gospel 127 ~Vote With Your… Willy~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but no amount of money can erase what I’ve read. We’ll get to that, but it’s been a HARD week. Today should be a good day. Hell, the optometrist hinted I can continue to look at titties as usual. I’m trying so hard not to.

The thing is, the Yabbos I’m jonesing I can only imagine. Sure I can say that about M. Anime and Cherry. I’ve seen MILF Dos, but I’m always up to see her again. Outside of a Trump shirt, yes, but we have so much to go over. I didn’t get much sleep last night, SIGH. I finished “Stroke of Midnight” by K Webster. The ending fucked me up, even when I knew Ash Elliott was going to end up with her dress in rags. To be honest, I haven’t felt this way since The Harvest Night, Dark Shell, Whitney Wright in Pure Taboo’s “Prom Night.” I’m racking my brain, trying to figure out what’s wrong with me. For a moment, I was thinking BLACKMAIL. Come on with the amount of Skye Warren books I’ve read? What about Dark Notes? Of course, “The Blackmail: Tomorrow Never Ends,” it’s a hentai series.

Now, Dirty Diana, it could be the whole BILLIONAIRE concept. These days, I’ve been reading about Jacob and Ian’s Succubi or, specifically, Eric Vall and A.J Markam. So reading about rich white boys torturing their sister. How about a money-hungry drug dealer? Yeah, I’m always saying, I’m trying to get out of the habit of listening to old white men or young ones, an evil white stepmom. Don’t go calling me racist with how I just put a black girl in a story. Yep, I had a thing for Divergent’s Zoë Kravitz and, I like “Specs.” Could it be GASPS; I’m losing my affinity for BDSM. Not in the slightest as I’m sad to say SIGH I am no longer running with the “No Nut November” crowd. Damn U.K. girls with their impressive Milk Jugs.

Guess I needed something to make me feel bad considering everything that’s been going on. Hell Dirty Diana, if I had a straightforward reason to quit Fapping, it’s because I hate being called Ma’am. Now I’m sounding like some STUPID “KAREN.” Serves me right, wanting biscuits. Nobody sees or hears the man I am, so I’m fucked. Vote With Your…Willy.

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Gospel 126 ~Will Votes, A Shame?~

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If you only saw what I put in my novel last night… the things I can’t talk about and yet a hole in the head is acceptable. I need anything to take my mind off the election, but K Webster sure Hell ain’t it. Fantastic writer, BTW. Will Votes, A Shame?

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Gospel 126 ~Will Votes, A Shame?~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now but at least not the one I read about this evening. I don’t even remember if I voted for K Webster’s latest novel in my book club. Speaking of voting, yes, as a BLACK man living in the United States of America, I did vote yesterday.

It’s a good thing I don’t have my “business” up and running. Even if I did Inspector Echo, I couldn’t tell you about it right now. As the song goes, “Why do the things I hate come so naturally?” What scares me is the fact that such Hate is not mine alone. Um, people suck. I voted for Biden and Harris, a democratic senator, a near-perfect Democratic ticket. The thing is Inspector Echo is that people are so full of Hate. They would watch the country burn and doom us. They won’t say something like BLACK LIVES MATTER, maddening. There’s a rule that I have Rule #4 Hate Will Keep You Alive. Of course, Rule #5 states Love Is Worth Dying For. I watched a YouTube reaction or instead listened, and the question was asked in World Beyond. What’s the strongest force in the world. The reactor blurted out, Hate.

I happen to agree with her, but Inspector Echo, I don’t feel so good. Now I know you’re not Lady Sophia, but that book today has me all discombobulated. Hell, I got a month to “pray” that the book club doesn’t pick the sequel to read, but I’m inevitably screwed. Well, I could vote, but I’m sitting here with a pit in my stomach over a novel, well, two books. If anything, shouldn’t I be worried about my country and that Trump could win? My senator lost; the senate itself lies in Republican hands still. How liberty dies, they say? At the moment, though, what’s freaking me out, besides my lack of writing, are these other novelists. K Webster, Colleen Hoover, W. Anton, and the list goes on. When did I lose my taste for this genre? I mean, I read Skye Warren, Lily White, Tillie Cole. I’ve read “guides.”

W. Anton wasn’t the only one? I tell you I rushed today’s reading because I couldn’t stand what they did to one protagonist; it was just… I’m sorry and ashamed of reading such, not enjoying it. Of voting, winning, or losing… Will Votes, A Shame?

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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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