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Log 326 ~Will Digs On Hate~

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For once, I could write a “happy” story, well not that kind of happy. Though a lady at the Day Job said that my furbaby was cute so I can’t say I hate everybody there anymore, 99 Problems but she ain’t one still. Will Digs On Hate

Friday, May 22, 2020

Log 326 ~Will Digs On Hate~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t make me happy. Do you find it strange Lady Soph, that I consider HAPPY a hated word? Now HATE itself… I swear at the Day Job all I feel is RAGE, it’s all-encompassing. All my motivations talk about things like the Law of Attraction, Hard Work, Discipline, etc.

Are you saying I’m not; how many talks have I had in the past few days? Hell, I don’t want to get you or the girls sick with my Vitriol. That and my Libido, well hinging on how my talk with Dirty Diana went. They’re twin battering rams breaking me.

I want to focus on Vitriol, which I learned from Paulo Coelho’s book Veronika Decides to Die. I haven’t read it lately. We’ll get to my current reading list. Anyway, I’ve been having to mind my tongue at the Day Job. I mean damn, I marched right into my boss’s office. She wasn’t there, thank God, but let’s talk about another faceoff I’ve been having. My Fleshlight is sitting on the bathroom sink. No disrespect to former alcoholics, people with drug problems, or “real” addictions. I’m sitting here, and I’m dying to well “dive in.” I want to tell you everything, Lady Sophia, but that’s one more thing I can’t. There’s no TIME, it will cause too much TROUBLE, and I’m always TIRED. You should have seen me yesterday when I broke. I hated myself, but my mind was clear, and then, F my life.

Seeing as I can’t be negative all day but you know I’m going to try. Do you remember when I got heavy into Sean Weathers films, and I sort of wanted to direct those? Well, now I’m into Eric Vall. I’ve been reading Succubus Lord, and so far, I’m quite pleased with it. However, let me screw this up. While reading his book, I’m discovering Harem romances. One series by Rodzil LaBraun called Dystopian Girls. Of course, with my enjoyment of Vault Girls and Call me a Legend, this is becoming my niche. So I won’t be good at it. With that being said, I have come up with two new story ideas. A sequel to The Eve of a Cherry and one based on me sitting right here. On that topic, it’s been quite a while since I talked to Cherry? My wrong words, SIGH Will Digs On Hate.

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Log 319 ~Will Needs To Project~

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Project or project and have I ever mentioned that my Grandmommy lived “project adjacent.” I only got beat in the suburbs to be fair, but that’s not a story I want to tell. How about a “nice” Harem novel. Will Needs To Project

Friday, May 15, 2020

Log 319 ~Will Needs To Project~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I have all the time in the world. You’ll have to excuse me though as to how I’ve spent it this morning. One of the reasons I tout being a writer is the fact that I want to remember. In the past hour, I’ve only been looking at things I wish to regret. My FATHER, hates me saying this but, “Pretty Much” all women. I know you’re asking yourself, is this going to be another list? As I said, I write to remember, to speak as I please, and to get the Hell out of Dodge. My life’s project.

So anyway, besides looking at all the different meanings of “Project,” I’ve been looking for a girl. Don’t worry, my “stalking” days are done but not my “skeeving.” I hate to disappoint a woman, but anyway, it’s the girl in the kimono from Mob Wars. Find something better to do which of course I will this afternoon. Have I mentioned the fact that I’m back at the “Day Job?” The Law of Attraction being what it is, I won’t say anything wrong. By the time you’re reading this, I hope I had a Good Day as the song goes. What would be better is if I made any progress at all on Six Impossible Things? I won’t hold my breath., How long was I recuperating, recovering, and sad to say reliving my last workday, SIGH.

If anything I hope I finished, The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead. Have I learned anything with this being my second time reading it? Yeah, I thought so, and the next novel is Succubus Lord by Eric Vall. That will be followed by Too Late by Colleen Hoover. It’s the Harem Romance genre that gets me, though. You can find plenty on a Reverse Harem (one girl has multiple guys), but I have been doing research. Okay, I’m trying, on top of figuring out ways to make money. I’m not sick with the Coronavirus (COVID-19), but of people. Again my reasons for writing, people are telling stories about me when I can write them down myself. It doesn’t help when I still forget everything, what about my big series? If not that, The Eve of a Cherry, Gulp, Gown of Chaos?

Most writers look for Brand New. Will Needs To Project.

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Log 312 ~Play The Hero Will~

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As the song goes, “Here I go, playing the star again, There I go, turn the page.” I wanted to talk about Star Wars and my mind when to The Hero’s Journey, and then I remembered I don’t write heroes. “Play The Hero Will.”

Friday, May 8, 2020

Log 312 ~Play The Hero Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but how many of us do they call heroes? Often enough, I’ve written that I am no hero, I am but a villain. Not a Smooth Criminal, a Smooth Operator though I try. I was a second away from quoting Yoda, one more figure in The Hero’s Journey. SIGH Star Wars.

Like yesterday I said I wanted to make this Star Wars week, but what have I been reading? The Call to Adventure or Cade, Anna, and Cherry all leave England. Refusal of the Call, Cade refusing help, Anna and Cherry refusing to change, the Father in denial? Meeting the Mentor, Cade, Anna, and Cherry talking to the Father and him meeting the Boy. Crossing the First Threshold, Anna with the Father, Cherry’s next kill, Cade’s fear. Belly of the Whale, Anna and the Father in her home, Cherry’s body, Cade and Caitlin. The Road of Trials, Cherry spying, the Father’s investigation, Cade’s madness, Anna’s denial. Of course, Lady Sophia, this is a reach at best, and you can thank Girlfriend Reviews for today’s ideas. If anything, I want to understand my story better, I figure.

Continuing forward, The Meeting with the Goddess. It’s when the Father gains information about the murders. It’s also when Anna and Cade finally get together and don’t realize they will be together forever. The Woman As Temptress when Anna offers herself again to the Father when he has Cherry and Cade also has Cherry. Wanting to spare Anna and Cherry and the tapes used to secure their freedom if need be. Oh, Genevieve, and Hanna.

Atonement with the Father/Abyss, the Father/Old Man, faces down against the Boy. The murderess Cherry is discovered. Cade and Anna are also in attendance. Apotheosis, the Father comes up with the idea to save Cherry and Anna, while Cade is shot but lives. The Ultimate Boon, the deal is done. Cade will marry Anna, and both mother and daughter will work off the debt, the Father becomes a killer. Refusal of the Return, Cherry refuses the last poison order. Cade gets in trouble, the Father takes his first victim, Anna is made a “housewife.” The Magic Flight, Cherry is entirely a woman along with her mother, Cade is made “cuckold” the Father is in control. Rescue from Without, Brooklynn, and Gretchen are taken. The main characters prepare for the wedding.

The Crossing of the Return Threshold, Cherry, and Anna are terribly alike. Cade gets to indulge in both. The Father makes money. Master of Two Worlds, the Father is in charge of both the sanctuary and the cathouse. He doesn’t yet see Cade breaking down and what will be Anna’s reprisal. Freedom to Live, with the deaths, the Father is now free to leave behind one or both worlds. If he so chooses to. Lady Sophia, I have gone overboard in a way, and again none of my survivors are ever meant to be heroes.
Father… Play The Hero Will.

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Log 305 ~Avoiding The Breakup Will~

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I’m so behind in my reading these days, SIGH. Probably because everyone has their own story of what’s going on in the world or how I’m going to get through the next few days, did I mention complaining about Taco Bell… no. “Avoiding The Breakup Will.”

Friday, May 1, 2020

Log 305 ~Avoiding The Breakup Will~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I should be reading old Ford financial reports. Now before you think I’ve lost my mind, that’s something I heard from Eric Thomas. He was talking to Warren Buffett at the time, and I get it. Mr. Buffett was saying he was reading about past success to model his future. So what have I been reading Lady Sophia? Yesterday I spoke some about The Three Wise Monkeys “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” I should read more wisdom because these days, what I’m reading for avoidance…

Last night it was the time on the clock ticking away. My Dæmon must have wakened me up a dozen times. Do you remember when I got sick from @MuscleMilk? Wash my damn hands because my firstborn was sick like that too. So I was cleaning up after him. It beats reading about something happening to him, right? Every day Lady Sophia, my boy, gets older, bumps into things. Here and now, I refuse to ever write the words of his… well, whatever he’s going to live forever, but still, I see tributes to other fur babies. I’m freaking John Q when it comes to my son. What about my book then, “The Eve of a Cherry,” hmm? Back when I was reading The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money by Dennis Hof. One guy was talking about the girls and was saying something like “that’s someone’s daughter, where is her Daddy?” Sad right?

I’m sick of reading about my past crimes. Not that I regret writing The Eve of a Cherry, but that young woman has a Mum. Hell, I wrote about her too. Then again, I wrote for a year about “dolls” and that girl in junior college? Well, she wasn’t amused. Even now, I watch the money flow because one of my favorite pornstars wanted to make me a video. At least I’m not begging Cherry, M Anime, or Specs. Yeah, I had an ulterior motive for joining her crew, didn’t I. Finally, I keep reading about the man that I want to be, but I’m not. Cherry talks about rejection, another writer wants me to pull a Beta. If I’m always rejecting my words, though, I was never much together.

I love writing and reading, but Avoiding The Breakup Will.

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Log 304 ~Well HELLo There Will~

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How does one avoid Hell and not live a miserable existence? Well, if I look at my life, I seem to be headed in both directions, as “Hot, Hard, and Horny” as I am. I’m not sick, well not that kind anyway. Well HELLo There Will

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Log 304 ~Well HELLo There Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, by being, HOT, HARD, and HORNY as HELL. Well, I have read much about the way to Heaven, the straight and narrow path. As the song goes, the Stairway to Heaven. On the other side, the road to Hell is open and broad. The Highway to Hell if you will. If we’re talking about something being big to quote yet one more song, my Enormous Penis. What, Dirty Diana, I told you I was missing the music these days. Music was the escape, and Love is the promised land, but LUST is so welcoming now.

I should shut my mouth okay with these ideas, but I want to close a woman’s instead. If I could speak no evil, then chances are I would never talk at all. Sex allows me to be quite vocal, but even that is a competition with a woman. One more reason to like blowjobs, I guess. Is that an evil thought? Since I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m the “darkest” person I know, how best to silence myself. A woman’s screams, of course. Hell Dirty Diana, it’s like I became “Cade in The Eve of a Cherry,” he needs “HER” pain to hide in. I only now saw that, which leads me to “see no evil.” Dirty Diana, that is what I’m having the most trouble with now. Am I calling pretty, pretty girls evil? It’s my one-eyed monster that is seeing too much.

Should I say no, considering I’m usually busy in the shower? Again with the music, I Want To Hold Your Hand. I’m trying to keep mine busy though, that’s why I like handjobs too. A writer’s fantasy and would make me a better one if I could keep both hands on the keyboard. Would my heart be in it, though? What heart you’re asking yourself and above all else you know I LOVE boobs. Yes, I still somewhat regret using that word. But I was talking to Inspector Echo yesterday about so many tits. It makes me sound like an ass, doesn’t it? Being a black man and yet I was always more boobs than ass though if you read my novel, half and half. Am I not going to talk about the ahem pussy?

For now, you know I know the path right to Hell; Well, HELLo There Will.

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Log 298 ~Will To Be Believed~

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“Trust me,” “believe me,” the people that usually start with that are generally lying, which is why I never ask you to. Most days, I’m like Tidus from Final Fantasy X, only wanting somebody to listen but SIGH. Will To Be Believed.

Friday, April 24, 2020

Log 298 ~Will To Be Believed~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I say that every day but do I believe it? Lady Sophia, I should get back into listening to my Motivations, the Money playlist. How about the Man in the Mirror? The things I’ve been reading and hearing I don’t want to trust but me?

Let’s start with The Eve of a Cherry, which is a work of fiction, of course. Like yesterday I don’t want to believe that I could be that sick. If anything, I don’t want to know this as “my sickness” at all. I want to write, and yet like most of the things I do in life, I want to protect others. M Anime talks about wanting to be law enforcement. Hell, I break so many laws on a day to day basis. I know, I still owe an explanation about my views on the country. Don’t I always say tomorrow? Now that’s something I want to believe in, but where will I be. Writing more words that I might as well call lies. No, again, it’s fiction, but I’m like one of my characters, which is pretty bad. Indiana Gone and Cherry would tell me to believe in myself.

Believe in something right or fall for anything, so yet one more day, I’m in the right place. I haven’t made the bed in days, and that’s because of what happens after our conversations. You want some facts, I’m going to eat and then I’m going to take a nap. If Fiction and Nonfiction have any agreements, it’s in the fact that they both take hard work. Do I call it fiction what I’m telling NaNoWriMo? I did write 50,000 words, only not all in one month. 19,200 last month and then expansion and still it’s like I’m a CHEATER.

One more word I’m starting to hate. Why do you think I have to remember such beauty? Once upon a time, I could tell you the name of the original 150 Pokémon. Now I can tell you the name of so many cosplayers, cute pornstars, and characters that I refer to as, well. It’s not a nice word in the states. Only I know an Australian Mom. I want to believe in women, in writing, and in the world I one day want to build.

Who am I though Lady Sophia; Will To Be Believed.

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Log 296 ~Prose And Political Willies~

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I should really consider making a pseudonym, I mean I’m not a rich white guy that can say STUPID things or a pretty woman that can say naughty ones. Yet here I am, worried about my “writing” and the fate of the country. “Prose And Political Willies.”

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Log 296 ~Prose And Political Willies~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means this moment, I would be involved in both. With all the fears I hold upon this Earth, why go about making more, right? Well, of course, with finishing yet one more novel, I need something to worry about. Am I sick, is some girl mad at me, will I be able to sleep tonight? Yes, I still remember, I’m supposed to be worrying about My Dæmon. My words, though, are like my money; when I think I’m beginning to catch up… And It’s Gone.

Has there ever been a day in my life where there was nothing? It’s the very reason I stay in bed come “The Day.” It’s sort of a throwback to being safe and warm before I was introduced to the world. Don’t ask me how that popped up, I should be talking about my novel that no one will ever read. I’m worried that it will be one more story that dies like my Six Impossible Things list every week. I still have until the end of the month for editing, and then what? Will I go back to blaming my Day Job once again?

Hell will I even have a job; reminds me I need to watch the CEO’s message. I know I still owe you an explanation as to why I think this all happened, plague and everything. Last night while I was still basking in the glow of my finished work, I got mad. It was a bid to avoid this morning’s feelings. This country is a screwed up place. Where doctors who are trying to save lives have to now stand against those who couldn’t care less? Ask me why should I be concerned? Other than the stores being empty and the new rules, I was living inside anyway whenever I got the chance. If I was getting sick, why did I make it to the table today? Again it’s a sin to find one problem, project, or penis erecting babe to take my mind off of everything else. You won’t hold it against me to say “penis” after my “PORN.”

How dare I call it erotica? Still, I’m the bad guy while others doom the world. How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, I should start reading again, that helps?

For now, I’m sorry, Inspector Echo; Prose and Political Willies.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 292 ~The Number One, Willy~

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The WWE, which I’m on the cusp of not watching anymore, says it’s all about the numbers come Royal Rumble season, and the only number that matters, in the end, is one. “The Number One, Willy” but even in that I’m still greedy

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Log 292 ~The Number One, Willy~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I would be the first in my family. Lady Lu, I would be the first one I ever met. Tempted to say I haven’t been first at anything, but I’d be lying. Maybe Cherry’s talk is getting to me. She’d never admit it, but that girl is one for motivation. So what’s my motivation? Isn’t that a question that actors ask all the time? As for me, as usual, bucks, broads, and bullets. This week has been full of them for better or worse; then again, what is my #1 item with Six Impossible Things?

Let’s start off with the most “harmless” in this country, and that would be guns sarcasm. I’m still working up the courage to head out to the range. In all seriousness Lady Lu, I talk a big game of surviving the zombie hordes that will one day descend upon us all. I say that with utmost confidence, but it’s the living I can’t deal with. The dead don’t frighten me but only the breathing. Becoming one or staying the other requires what I do these days. I did mention I bought my speedloader and some rubber 9mm but until then.

Well, I have to figure out what I’m going to do with that $1,200. Hell, the only thing keeping it in my pocket is the fact that I want to write The Eve of a Cherry. I should mention books among the bucks, broads, and bullets, but how many novels have I bought recently. I got stuff to do, but I’m barely averaging 1700 words a day. If I published a book, I could stop by the bank more often. Now money would solve all my problems, only the amount has changed daily, how much?

The $30.00 I spent yesterday didn’t make me happy. At least I didn’t get robbed $50 on the Cash App. No, I spent money on one of my favorite pornstars Mia Rose. Again why can’t I be like an average guy and just get a membership with any ole adult site? Why don’t you ask me how many girls I have in The Eve of a Cherry? Seventeen and yesterday, I added 2B from Nier: Automata as Genevieve Garnet Flood. I swear it’s like I’m one of those tentacle monsters from the “good” Japanese animes.

Log 291 ~Will The Adults Stand~

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Well, I’m not standing up for the adults that still read, or at least I didn’t try yesterday. I was much too busy reading my novel and when I could expect my check since I’m not at the Day Job. “Will The Adults Stand” and sit back down

Friday, April 17, 2020

Log 291 ~Will The Adults Stand~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, well at least $1,200 closer. Hell, I’ve gotten out of bed for a lot less, which is pretty sad. I’m right here, doing what I LOVE, and that means being wrapped up in blankets. At this moment, Lady Sophia, I’m planning on how I will waste the day. What’s stopping me right now from getting up and going to work at the dining room table? There’s this old quote I read about standing for something or falling for anything. So it’s in the spirit of that Lady Sophia that I will tell you what I’ll stand for… in a literal sense.

Take last night (It’s Wednesday) right now, but what am I reading? It’s not veterinarian bills; when I heard something fall and I went rushing to my kid. I read his little face every day. Again, right now, I got up and let him outside to pee. Speaking of protection, every morning. I pick up my gun, switch the magazines, and put it back down. I’m still reading up on gun ownership, and even YouTube has taken notice. Owning a weapon isn’t something you can only read and watch, but you have to do. There’s a training center here, and yet I lack the courage to go. I could blame the Coronavirus (COVID-19), but that would be like blaming the Day Job. I did mention I got the stimulus check today (April 15) tax day, of course. Still, I ordered my speedloader from Amazon, and you know I’m not going to Jim ‘N Nick’s after my last two humiliations. I like the fries, though, so…

I need to stand up; otherwise, I’ll lose myself to porn once again. Looking over my notes, it took eleven different things to make me break NO FAP, twelve counting the girl in my novel. The Eve of a Cherry, Lady Sophia that is something I’ll stand for, finishing it. I’m still eating and bathing, taking care of myself the bare minimum, and no, I’m not suicidal. It sucks, but I don’t want to have my ears clogged again for the most part. I might as well enjoy not hearing the humming anymore. To this day, I don’t know the cause or why it stopped. Is there anything else that gets me to stand… boobs?

Politics, Equality, Outage, a new book; Will The Adults Stand.

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Log 289 ~The Mask Of Willy~

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Last week I talked about fearing to be different and not wanting to hide. All of this would explain not leaving the house and being wrapped up in blankets. At least my kid can see my face until I take a shower and get STUPID. The Mask Of Willy.

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Log 289 ~The Mask Of Willy~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but is it because I’m doing something positive? Chris Rock said something to the tune of a black man must be positive. In this country, it must be all good works. Of course, white people can create, capitalize, or conquer whatever they want. Excuse me for getting a bit racial. What I’m getting at today is that even if I had everything, I couldn’t imagine smiling. Happiness has become that much of a foreign concept. Besides that, every day, it’s like I’m hiding, and someday it’s all going to come out.

Here I am in a world that wants us to literally wear a mask, but do I? No, I’m too afraid of one more humiliation. I hear about people being accused of being criminals. Indeed, I might get sick, but as long as I’m what? I don’t even know anymore, Inspector Echo. If there’s something I can be sure of, it’s that I’m all sorts of lazy. Right now, I’m all wrapped up in blankets, and I could give you a dozen or so lame excuses. Last night I had a coughing fit and thought I was getting sick. It was only something caught in my throat. Speaking of which, I continue to ask the question of why do I write. Could you imagine me singing like Akon to Cherry or M Anime? I text all the time, “I wanna (love) you, you already know.” Love… that’s a dirty word considering my true motives, so yeah, what’s this about masks.

My writing is a mask because I’m not a rich white guy. I also refuse to be a STUPID black one. Yeah, I heard what I said, and you would be right to call me an “Uncle Tom” like Surgeon General Jerome Adams. At least “The Eve of a Cherry” is fiction, for the most part. Sex makes me feel “decent,” but like any other drug, it becomes consuming. As of this moment, 2 days, 17 hrs., 48 min, 36 secs of NO FAP. Will I make it the week (today is Monday)? Inspector Echo, why don’t you tell me how one is to mask desire? I have rage sure, and Zorro hid behind this persona. I guess like going to the store I won’t wear the mask and the sickness is always there waiting.

I’m sorry, Inspector Echo, for FEAR, The Mask Of Willy.

I Will Have No Fear