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Gospel 129 ~Will’s Done Getting Over~

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First, let me say AHEM “WAY TO GO JOE AND KAMALA!!!” Okay, while America now has the people in place readying themselves to fight what’s coming, what about me? Joe won the presidency, but I couldn’t get 5000 words down? Will’s Done Getting Over.

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Gospel 129 ~Will’s Done Getting Over~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s only the second biggest lie I’ve told today. If you’re looking for a third AHEM, “I’m going to write 4600 words today for NaNoWriMo.” I did accomplish a feat Lady Lu, around 3800, and you know I want 5000. I wish I could give you my best General Hummel impression (The Rock, 1996). “Well here and now, the lies stop!” Oh My Lady, have you heard the news. Joe Biden won the Election defeating President Trump. What will the comedians write about… we’ll see?

Now speaking of writing and forgive me if this is a bit rushed. You know I want to hear what the next old white guy in charge has to say. No, I’m not forgetting Kamala Harris will be the first woman, Black, Asian, Indian Vice President. How many other things? Now, didn’t I say at some point that I was sick of so many people talking? Here I am hearing a collective sigh of relief, the breath of life, celebration. And everything in between. Of course, the Trump supporters are in an uproar, and I’m sure M. Anime’s expecting war. Right now, all I truly want to do is cuddle with My Dæmon. Now, where is he, you ask? We’re having a disagreement about his medication, and so he’s locked in his room being stubborn. Like father like son, so he’s learned from the best, which is my compliment now.

Okay, if I have to give myself something else, I’m still keeping up with my reading. I’m no longer sticking to a time, says the man that wakes up at 4:00 AM but doesn’t start until 5:00 AM. I read 15% more today, and I’m a little ahead if you think back to K Webster. Yes, her latest book is still haunting me, though I did go a few hours without thinking of it at all. Some books are marriages; others are affairs or even relationships. Her book was a one-night stand that was exciting and creeped me out at the same time, never again. Okay, what about my third in the Cherry series and here we go with me feeling bad about myself. It truly is a horrible story, and I doubt I’ll get back into it tonight. Could I use the Election win as an excuse, you think?

Ha, Will’s Done Getting Over.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 122 ~Season Of The Will~

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Well, Happy Halloween or NaNoWriMo Eve since I don’t have any candy. A nightmare drove me out of bed to start writing something. Pantser that I am. Funny, I was only wearing a bath towel in my dream. “Season of The Will,” so time to turn on the heat.

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Gospel 122 ~Season Of The Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I could afford to have a drug problem. Yeah, I hear you, Lady Lu; there are plenty of people with addictions. Only we’re not here to talk about this or that, are we? God knows I have my problems, which I’m paying $30 to exacerbate every month. Of course, we can’t talk about that. At least yesterday, I spent money on print rather than videos, which is something. For the record, K Webster isn’t so bad. I didn’t expect her to be, of course. It’s with what I have been reading. Lately, I suppose.

Yeah, like my emails, one’s saying I should be all down “for the cause.” I can’t tell you the last black author I read or the previous black artist I bought from. Dammit, I had another “A” for you, but as I say daily, I know. I’m struggling to be as always “Family-Friendly.” Now My Dæmon is my family, and I wish I could talk about him all day. Those artists and authors, other than K Webster, who I know is a white lady. Hell, I don’t know about the others. They don’t have any pictures. Doing what they do, better staying hidden? However, Lady Lu, my dear, being the broken record that I am, I don’t want to listen to old white men anymore. So as Morpheus whispered, I have dreamed a dream. Now it was all black people, but Nikkia Bell and “Ma” Ellington were the two I recognized.

Octavia Spencer portrays Sue Ann “Ma” Ellington in Ma; that I have never seen, by the way. Ambrosia Kelley plays Nikkia Bell in Kill Bill. The dream’s crux is playing mother and daughter; they broke into the house and drove me out. I couldn’t stay; I was terrified. So here I’m pondering, trying to figure out what the dream means. This is Halloween? Well, I usually give deeper meaning to any vision of mine. Ma wants me voting? Interesting if it had something to do with Black Lives Matter since I survived, right? Nobody helped me in my dream, and again they were all black… I’m not Republican. My gun was locked, and the magazines were gone, but bullets remained still boxed in the dream. Hell, it could even mean I should walk My Imp.

Halloween, NaNoWriMo, Voting, it’s time, the Season Of The Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 115 ~Wrong Wills To Write~

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The good news is I’ve been writing indistinguishable crap, and that’s when I’ve been writing at all. Apparently, I’m on some mad quest to remain “Family Friendly,” except on Thursdays. NaNoWriMo is coming up soon, so… Wrongs Wills To Write.

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Gospel 115 ~Wrong Wills To Write~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and no, I’m not dying anytime soon. Aren’t I dead already, considering what time we find ourselves here, 8:45 AM. I was on time at 4:00 AM. I didn’t have the WILL to rise. Dreaming left me so um, well discombobulated.

What was I dreaming about, you ask? You know I can’t tell you that. No comment until Thursday and by that day? The thing is, even in the dream, my mind knew that it was wrong. Geez, 1984, much? How about that movie, Fortress (1992)? Yet again, I can’t say. That brings me to today’s point, which will also have me sounding like a broken record. IMPOSSIBLE, IMMORAL, ILLEGAL! Only I did say nothing is impossible, or at least my Six Impossible Things. Only I’m not writing my book or anything else for real. Of course, my next novel will be typed, and that’s because I want a new T-Shirt. Hell, I’ll have to pay for it anyway. Still, when it comes to NaNoWriMo, I want to imagine that I EARNED it for doing something.

Like most of the things I create, it’s not like I’m eager to see it again. I’m worried I might lose my progress. One more reason I’m late this morning, my visions, my plots, and all my non-edited works. I’m starting to think that’s why I’m staying so um Family-Friendly.
I’m stopped from writing anything at all because, again, none of it is right. As I said yesterday, I would begin reading another A.J. Markam title. Ok, if other authors, artists, are somehow authorized to do it, why can’t I? An African-American man in America? You know how I’ve been saying, I have to stop listening to old white men, especially the two on stage? Even my music is under attack, Ice Cube, 50 Cent, Kanye West. No sign of Indiana Gone, but we’re still friends. Then all the others…

I don’t want to write anything offhand, off-topic, or offensive. No wonder my last conversations have been all over the place. Can’t talk about the songs I like, the books, or reasons for certain movies. Of course, there are plenty of worst things like Trump winning again, coming from M. Anime. What’s one good thing I can write about? Lady Lu, I’m grateful, but everything ties back into the bad. The Wrong Wills To Write.

I Will Have No Fear