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Tale 111 ~Booked Virgil’s Birthday, Braxton~

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With the reading and writing, I do. I’m now saving Virgil’s Birthday? He’s turning three. So, another step towards fifteen… And ain’t nobody reading Braxton’s books yet. It’s hard when they’re unpublished. But today? Booked Virgil’s Birthday, Braxton

Friday, October 20, 2023

Tale 111 ~Booked Virgil’s Birthday, Braxton~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Let ME tell you a story… About how I was a better Daddy to Braxton than Virgil? Hell! That’s like Succubus Lord.

I know that series front, back, and sideways. I’m getting ready to listen to three again (hint, hint). But when I’m going to sleep, I tell myself a bedtime story. I’m already on six and Jacob’s road into Hell. And if that ain’t the story of this existence, minus the hot succubi and other friends.

But let’s stay on topic, which for once ain’t B III. Who am I kidding? It’s always about Triple B. Only today can I focus on Virgil Vivi. Today, he is turning three. And if he’s anything like me, he’d belt out, “I’m still alive. Must have been a miracle.” Or a curse? As the “Good Book” says, we’re all damned anyway. Well, me always. All for my Little Braxton. But what about “my” Virgil?

Do you see what time it is? I can’t say it was the first thing I read. Next to mirrors, clocks are the worst things to look at. Because every second, I can see myself wasting “my” existence. It’s days like yesterday that show everyone else sees this worthless existence.

So I’m not even going to pretend to be happy for Virgil’s birthday? First, I’m never happy about anything. And second, I’ve been trying to be positive. What would make Virgil happy? I wonder. I wasted another seven dollars this morning, but I’m canceling plenty.

“OF” subscriptions? My Lady, particular kinks will do that. Didn’t I talk about my eyes being messed up sometime this week? If anything, I’m tired. And still, there’s time travel.

Only I didn’t think of that when I refused to stay for three extra hours at the Day Job. And you would think with the spare time I’d be finished reading a particular book, that’s um… how to describe it?

I won’t. But I’m so sick of reading about everyone else’s successes. But not any of my own. My Lady, I never burn books but could use the light from V’s B-Day candles. That is if I decide to get up and do anything for his third birthday. Good Luck. “The sun is up, the sky is blue. It’s beautiful, and so are you.” Well, it beats singing Happy Birthday.

Words on an invitation, a card, a gift. Suppose I had Booked Virgil’s Birthday, Braxton.

992 Days Without B III, Day 433 of Virgil’s Arrival

BLM Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Log 229 ~Will’s No Serial Killer~

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Isn’t there such a thing as A Series of Unfortunate Events; I can’t say I ever got into those books and with everything else, I should be reading but more to the point doing, as idle hands are the Devil’s playthings. Will’s No Serial Killer

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Log 229 ~Will’s No Serial Killer~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I’m no Sheldon Cooper either. Well, except for one thing, and that’s his “third times the charm” concept. No that doesn’t mean I’ll knock three times, did I mention I’m not a serial killer. Today I want to talk about a “series” of actions done.

You know how Faith from Buffy The Vampire Slayer would say she’s five by five, meaning she’s okay? I’m more three by five. I will repeat actions three times but test them three to five times. Okay, that is more a confession for Inspector Echo. Take, for example, the Day Job. Coincidence, hmm, but I hated three of my supervisors on this particular day. I counted to five each time, and I’m still employed somehow. I’ll check my bag three times but check for a specific object five. When it comes to my writing, I run it through Grammarly once. Then Hemingway Editor, and then my computer features. Didn’t somebody say, trust your first instinct and don’t overthink? How about How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, I try Lady Lu, but it would be better if I were doing.

While I’m on the subject of books, what is the last series I finished all the way through? Okay, partly this isn’t my fault, I read through The Hunger Games and here comes a fourth book. I’ve forgotten more sequels than I care to admit. What about the novels I’ve written? Didn’t I say before I have no clue how I’m going to do the next NaNoWriMo? Yes, I’m completely lost, but the ideas are always coming. My head is a mess, but to be fair, that’s partly to do with the humming. My father came by, but his only assessment is that it’s not coming from this house. Now you know how I feel about that; part guilty complex and then again can I believe what he says. How many reasons have I come up with for the humming, and it’s still not fixed?

What about the fact that everyone has a story? Do I go over and confront the neighbors about the noise? I can’t have aa woman over here because the Den still rages in that awful racket. Even dealing with my father today left me and My Dæmon a bit discombobulated.

All the things forgotten and still Will’s No Serial Killer.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 114 ~Now The Work Can Begin~

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“You need to get up, get out and get something” as the song goes but why can’t I just be inspired by myself, I could quote forever on what it takes to be somebody but when it comes to my body I rather sleep. Now The Work Can Begin because I’m up

Monday, October 23, 2017

Lesson 114 ~Now The Work Can Begin~

Third Rule Madam Justice,
No Fear, and when I find a way to somehow believe that or find the courage to overcome, not just for a moment, a day, or when my favorite badass song comes on. Not when I’m mad enough to want to burn the whole world down and in so doing end up destroying my own work out of that fear.

The work begins when I stop hating myself for everything, how I make excuses or my how I want to apologize, how about signing anyway my name for stuff I couldn’t care less about. Hating the man I have grown to be in front of so many others, I hate him as much as much as the man I want to be and what about the man I am at this moment. Fear and hate take work and don’t even get me started on love, it’s even another rule, understanding could make up for all of this and that’s work.

My work begins there, they don’t have to love me and I don’t have to love them but I want to know and it doesn’t help, finding places to hide, it doesn’t help just wanting to survive, how about just dreaming of someday and hoping that I will do better tomorrow. Am I trashing hope, no but hoping to move isn’t the same as moving, you can hope to be saved or you can save yourself, or you can be the one that everyone needs saving from, whatever it is you want to do. That is another part of the work, you don’t have to know where you’re going the point is you’re going and judging from how late it is I’ve been on the road to nowhere too long.

Madam Justice the work does not begin, ever sad morning I get up, full of worry and doubt, scared to death, just wanting everybody to leave me alone, counting the minutes I can climb back into bed. My work started yesterday when I saw my blog get a secure rating, my work started when my fingers began hitting keys, my work started when at the moment we started talking I hated it, maybe still do but I’m here and why can’t I do this every day with people, another thing for my to-do list possibly.

If I finally decide Madam Justice, I have to decide, Now The Work Can Begin.

I Will Have No Fear