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Log 160 ~A Will In Motion~

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One more considerable night of sleep, eight hours when I wanted to choose six but falling back to sleep, well that got me nowhere; still I was on time today to write about well, my spinning mind. A Will In Motion

Sunday, December 8, 2019

Log 160 ~A Will In Motion~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and when you Find Me, bring something for the Motion Sickness. That is a step in a forward direction. I remember playing Super Mario 64 and getting so sick that night I asked my “father” to take it back to the rental place. Next thing you know, I’m shooting cultists in Far Cry 5 and eating a turkey dinner afterward. Speaking of the Old Man, have you thought any more about talking to him about the car? How’s your ear considering you’re on time for our conversation, so you skipped the shower?

Well, between Cerberus, Medusa, Maenads, and Dutch’s Island not much? Now isn’t this the problem right here? You have a 50,000-word story in front of you. So you move on to the next one without a look in the rearview. When moving forward, where are you going, I ask? You hate looking back at your past work, I know. Nearly all of your motivations talk about having to forget about your past. You know what they mean, of course, because your novels are your future. I applaud you Will for being on time today. There’s always a, but in there, I know. But you were up at 4:00 AM, that was on time, and you had the presence to drink a root beer and down some gummies. Next thing you know, you’re back in bed until 6:30 when you decided to play TWD. What about, well your 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 Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

Last week I mentioned excuses, you didn’t check the car because there was McDonald’s. You’ll leave it alone this week until you knock something off this list. Oh, and don’t forget to check that you’re still with a “specific” reading group. No need to sugarcoat this considering the list, as this isn’t in the “Family-Friendly” category. For example, “Rule 34,” I met that woman in Walmart, and it was like something out of SIGH “Adult-Entertainment?” I’ll need to get the car towed perhaps, and there are videos for that too; how hopeless are you, Will? I do mean in your viewing habits. You’re not going back to Brainbuddy. Between Mom’s birthday present and Indiana Gone’s birthday, wedding, and Christmas. How about the Dæmon’s gift? As always, your 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 Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

I should have come as the ghosts of Christmas, Past, Present, Yet To Come. Mind spinning, A Wheel In Motion.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 159 ~Not Will’s Mad Son~

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December 7th, brave men and women died so I could complain about nonworking cars, newer fears, and neighbors, some people might consider it madness, and I wish I could say I was crazy, but it’s fear. “Not Will’s Mad Son”

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Log 159 ~Not Will’s Mad Son~

Hey Lady Lu,
I am a billionaire right now and a lover. Okay, time for the truth, I’m somebody’s son and My Dæmon’s father. So 2 out of four ain’t bad, better than my Six Impossible Things. Only I’m not mad at those failures as of late, but what’s grinding my gears today or not?

Again I have both of my parents, and I would rather lose myself than them. No, I’m not sentimental but indeed STUPID, sad, and a Scrooge. Now, this is more Inspector Echo’s wheelhouse, but here’s a confession. I was outside today “trying” to fix the car, and you know why? Lady Luna, I would indeed fry myself, poison, or crash rather than go to my Olds. Do you remember Indiana Gone’s Wedding? I was barely done checking in at the hotel when my Mom called frantically. She thought my card was gone. I didn’t tell her I was leaving town because I figured she and my “father” would ransack my place, no doubt. I’ve got submissive clothes in the closet, the house is a mess, and they might have better luck than hackers. It terrifies me to tell them one of my cars won’t start. One more failure from their STUPID son, so I can’t call the insurance people either.

The doctor, well, I haven’t seen one in forever, and my firstborn is doing fine. He’s only bored to tears. Daddy is always working, writing, looking at women. We are so going to get to that today. Anyway, I am no kind of father. Worse, I’m becoming my father; My Dæmon has a roof, he has food, I’m getting back my schedule with his medication. What about love, though? I tell him that every day, but how am I showing him some? He only ever gets my attention when he’s messing something up these days.

Speaking of messing up, the Universe presented me with an opportunity. While giving up on the car, a new neighbor walked up; her name is Madison. Brunette, pretty, no distance at all, but she wanted to use my Wi-Fi. Strange to call something mine, but anyway, what did I say? “I’m not comfortable with that, I’m sorry.” You know how I think Lady Lu, so why did I say no? As the song goes, oh no, the world is a scary place: well, I’m mad.

FEAR… Not Will’s Mad Son.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 152 ~Willing Cause For Occasion~

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It doesn’t need to be noble, unique, or even a tragedy, I finished NaNoWriMo, and all I got is a YouTube video, so confetti, and a shirt I had to pay for but doing something like writing 50,000 words or getting out of bed. Willing Cause For Occasion.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Log 152 ~Willing Cause For Occasion~

Hey Lady Lu,
I am a billionaire right now, and you would think that would be enough. Yes, I have been listening to a lot of my motivations lately. If you recall last year or the year before, I got heavy into Fearless Motivation, Fearless Soul. I began “studying” Eric Thomas, Tom Bilyeu, and with this year Dale Carnegie. Now being honest, Lady Luna, I started reading and listening to him because of Dennis Hof. The thing is, with all of these works and teachers they require, Purpose, Discipline, and a Lack Of Sleep, SIGH.

Yesterday My Lady, I tried, and you know I’m always on the cusp of quoting Master Yoda. Anyway, I was reading, and when I began to read the same sentence twenty times in a row well. Now it’s not like I didn’t pay for it, I missed around a half-hour of wrestling. Don’t ask me what I ate for the last two nights? A bag of Goldfish crackers a kid left, six muffins, and four while I was in bed. There were two bags of sour gummy bears that I packed and two cookies. Is this what my life is worth, I ate Thanksgiving Dinner before working Black Friday and again I can’t stand my Day Job. So why do I try so hard at something I detest but do so poorly on things I enjoy. Yet last night, Brooke Logan plus Cherry. I’m still Family-Friendly SIGH; if you look any of those names up, you have only yourself to blame. I wish I could share, but I know better.

So as for today, why did I bother getting up at all? I mean, I got out of bed, put on my boots instead of my slippers, and then what? I played TWD so I could finish the Daily Challenge. My Dæmon has been outside and has eaten breakfast. I even made the bed today. I am stopping myself from crawling back in. I played some Pac Man; it’s been bothering me since seeing in at the Day Job. I counted up my savings, $625.00 since Indiana Gone’s Wedding. How I climbed in the shower this morning, is a miracle, besides being sore and my ear still hurting. Now I find myself talking to you. My whole point is with my motivations I need something to drive me, well, after NaNoWriMo. It’s not going to be Christmas, but staying on the cusp of survival or counting my sins, isn’t helping.

Life, Willing Cause For Occasion.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 145 ~Will’s A Pinprick Away~

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So close, almost there, I can see the goal, tonight’s end and I’m 48,300 words in, a mere 1,700 away from the target and there you have it, I will have completed yet one more NaNoWriMo but these hands, whatever am I doing. Will’s A Pinprick Away

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Log 145 ~Will’s A Pinprick Away~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I hope someone out there still likes me in some way. You know I’ve been so caught up with writing I haven’t worried much about losing another friend. No one important, which is a harsh way to put that, but I’m always a second away from being this guy. I still haven’t caught up with M Anime and Cherry; of course, well, I talk to her like I once spoke to Indiana Gone. The married lady is beginning her new life, so I don’t fault her for not being around.

The life of an artist can be a lonely road, you know. Everything in my existence usually revolves around one particular subject. Let’s say I won’t be holding hands anytime soon with these hands. No disrespect to Bruce Springsteen’s “My City’s In Ruins,” but the last thing I’m doing is praying. Well, unless where my little dæmon is concerned. My hands at this time are mainly for two things, the Day Job and my writing. If anything the Day Job destroys a lot more than my hands, with books, there’s only exhaustion but also pride. One of my motivations says, follow your heart; your brain is STUPID. I have other thoughts on the concept, but I’m not at liberty to share them. Did I even put up yesterday’s conversation? Another drunken night of sleeplessness, yep.

If I’m not going to sleep at a decent hour, I might as well be doing something productive, like checking on my friends. In a way, though, I feel sort of like Scar about to be consumed by the hyenas. You know him saying they were the enemy right, and how many other exciting E words could I come up with Lady Lu? Now I have to conjure up some sweet title for my next chapter. It’s why I had to stop writing the novel for a little bit. There are two chapters left, only 5000 words, and I’m looking at another NaNoWriMo win. Still, the pride is somewhat replaced with meanness because what comes after, right? Okay, so the title of the next bit of writing will be Organs Short Of An Orgy. So yeah, I won’t be posting this one for most of the public. The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono is still sex free mind you Lady Lu.

Madness, Will’s A Pinprick Away

I Will Have No Fear

Log 144 ~How Will Tucks Tale~

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You know when I was a child I liked “Reading Rainbow,” I named one of my grandma’s dogs Wishbone, I still watch A Christmas Story every year, and I could go on, but what am I reading nowadays and writing? How Will Tucks Tale?

Friday, November 22, 2019

Log 144 ~How Will Tucks Tale~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m out of stories. You know I could have a few trillion in the bank if anything I want to look up even higher numbers. Only tonight, I have been looking more Greek mythology and Hollywood cinema. I wonder, would it be wrong to mention Raze (2013)? You know I still want to make movies one day, what type, however, is quite debatable. None I can tell you about, of course. There are so many stories I can’t share these days ever.

It seems that Day Job doesn’t want that Lady Sophia. Now it’s not what you think. I’m trying to finish The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono, but you see what time it is right now. I barely took in any wrestling trying to stay awake. How about being a good friend, how long have I left M Anime hanging, and at least someone would read my texts. I’m looking at around 43,690 words for my novel. If I pushed it this weekend, I could finish. Still, I would rather watch wrestling. I like TWD. What about the deepest time-suck in my life? I swear I don’t mean anything by that SIGH (Ned Flanders Voice) “Got to be nice.” Did I mention that my little dæmon is bored out of his mind, waiting for his dad to finish chatting? I’ve completed NaNoWriMo twice, not counting the months of Camp NaNoWriMo as well.

A&W was sharing a story with me about some guy, and well, okay, that’s better left unsaid. It’s like I’m sleepwalking, and when I do find sleep, the stories I come up with Lady Sophia. I still haven’t picked up a book in ages, and while I’m at the Day Job, I say I’ll do better. It was all motivational talk today; okay confession I did listen to some TWD reactions as well. You know I only wish my story over this week was, not enough sleep, Day Job, food coma, repeat. If you want some gratitude, I have paid off my Grammarly bill so I can keep writing nonsense right. Well, more like incoherent, I suppose because I want to be all proper. I shared a laugh with Cherry over her name and her parents being hoity-toity. One more movie I miss is Newsies.

Instead, life is running me and How Will Tucks Tale.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 139 ~The Will Of Wage~

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The more things change, and you know the rest, finished my NaNoWriMo goal tonight, no coffee but cappuccino, still not drinking 5-Hour anything and the Day Job still sucks, but I’m writing for free. The Will Of Wage

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Log 139 ~The Will Of Wage~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, but what are you worth? Now I don’t want to be mean, hell when you’re waking up, you’re more drunk than mean. Okay, you can say “hell” because this post will have your Six Impossible Things. What that means is you won’t be posting it in some places. Anyway, I remember a time I was so out of it I was going to pee in the trashcan. Well, that’s something for Inspector Echo, but let’s go back to the question. Is the Day Job worth everything you do, and why won’t you show such DISCIPLINE to your craft? The time there versus what you did tonight okay.

Somebody might have the impression that you don’t want to be a writer. You’re over 35,000 words in, but what did you do at the Day Job? Honestly, if you’re going to be humiliated, you could do it from the comfort of a warm bed. I mean this right here is the dream isn’t that right? Well, give or take a few million dollars, two beautiful women on either side of you. How about a hot little wifey, tell me you’re not still thinking about “Specs?” Will Smith, another hero, put it in a song, “Girls Ain’t Nothing But Trouble.” See that you’re a nice guy, you could have gone with “Bitches Ain’t Shit.” Wondering how much both of those songs made in the time they found themselves. You got things to do, though but how about Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Firstborn Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

Are you honestly going to blame NaNoWriMo for another zero? You had two full days. That’s eight thousand words that means you would be at 43,000 words. Yes, I know you still hate math. How long is the dæmon on punishment, seven more days to another failure? The biggest count though besides NaNoWriMo, is nothing but Time. I know you’re tired on top of counting up deaths on TWD. The thing is you could go to bed right now; nothing is stopping you. Will, NaNoWriMo isn’t paying you a dime. How long have you been sitting on GULP? You’re here as the song goes, strictly for the love of the art, that’s passion. Wow you might even say you love yourself but look who you’re talking to, 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 Firstborn Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

The Day Job pays, but you hate the people, such is The Will Of Wage.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 138 ~Will Crosses The Streams~

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There was a song that said if I could save time in a bottle, well I’d be wasting it anyway like this morning; I had two days, that could be well over 9000 thousand words for NaNoWriMo, trying to stay above the line. Will Crosses The Streams

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Log 138 ~Will Crosses The Streams~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so why not invest in Disney+, Apple TV, HBO, Netflix, etc.

If I did, I would still spend the whole morning sleeping the day away. Can I stay positive, if just for one day? Well, what have I accomplished, only walking My Dæmon? I got something in my stomach, Nachos with Queso, the breakfast of champions?

I’m not going to lie; it’s as if I’m in Death’s flow of the river like Sabriel. How I miss reading, and of course, my writing is suffering for it, Lady Lu. Connecting characters from Apocalypse Rush and The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono. It’s like the original Star Wars trilogy with no mention of the Sith, and then oh, that’s what you call the Dark Side. Well, it’s not all bad if I can compare my piece of work to such classics. I could be crossing the line though between genius and insanity. If anything, I need to cross the line, the threshold of the bedroom door. What about a path of consciousness from between my lips? At the Day Job, I keep telling myself that a manager here or there, an employee, do cross bounds. I can’t even tell you about that right now, and why is that Lu.

“Family-Friendly,” “Decency,” and I’m starting to hate the term “Snowflake.” Of course, with my car freezing over every day, that has other connotations. How about the fact that I’m hot and cold at the same time? Wasn’t that clunky to say, but that’s the thing, everybody telling me how to write or what. Even my book characters are being quite disagreeable. I’m ready to throw my hands up, but I’m past the point of no return. I never got that phrase until I was traveling, and I haven’t been on the highway since. Could that explain how I’m feeling now, going with the flow, but I’m underwater, again like the title Sabriel. Between talking to you, I’m trying to knock out some emails, and every time the next one comes, I have to stop writing.

Wanting to write and at the same time, caught up in everything else, and I’m still sitting in bed. I’ll move when I get to a thousand words, and of course, I can’t focus on one task at a time, not me. NaNoWriMo demands The “Wrist” of Playing Chrono, not much time. Four thousand six hundred more words today, Lady Lu, Will Crosses The Streams.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 137 ~Will “Byes” A Day~

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Eric Thomas would say, “you owe you an explanation” and here it is, I got twenty-four hours, and I chose to sleep the day away and not take, hell I could even complain about the job on my kid’s nails. “Will “Byes” A Day”

Friday, November 15, 2019

Log 137 ~Will “Byes” A Day~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and to stay that way, I have to keep on my grind every day. So I ask myself today, what happened, Will? Let’s start with last night. I had finished speaking with you know who and suddenly I couldn’t post anything. I’m beginning to dislike my ISP. You can tell Lady Sophia that I’m attempting to keep myself in check for a variety of reasons. I only got around two hours of sleep last night as I wanted to figure out what the problem was and get it repaired. Didn’t I say I have the patience of a saint somewhere, Sophia?

Anyway, I go to the Day Job and guess what, the day off was back on, their fault not mine. I’m ready to attack the day; only there’s no fight, so I come back. One hour later, I’m back in bed asleep with My Dæmon, who is so confused. I am too honestly considering he was to get a nail grind, and I saw his nails afterward. Shouldn’t I be writing a review of PetSmart? I could have taken My Dæmon elsewhere, but I was looking for easy street. I couldn’t even be bothered to write my 5,000 words today because I was conked out. Hell, I have forgotten to read up on; how to jump-start a car battery SIGH. What about texting M Anime I could have at least gotten that done today? Lastly, I signed over my child for “spa treatment.” Well, at least his head isn’t messed up from whatever he was doing outside at some point.

When I was at the Day Job, what did I tell them, “bye” as soon as the opportunity arose? I said goodbye to the sun as soon as it met the sky, and of course, My Dæmon had his walk. There was a see you later to any common sense when my head hit the pillow. I am grateful, though. Everything began working again. Well, not me, I mean, at least I’m not in bed tonight, typing away. There are even more positive vibes because I can post this on Facebook. Of course, I can’t tell you the mailing list I signed up for, though. Will tomorrow be any better Lady Sophia, I have plenty of writing to do tonight.

What’s a decent night’s sleep cost; Will “Byes” A Day.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 132 ~Half And Half Will~

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Like last week, time is running out, and the minimum NaNoWriMo goal is over but I wished I drank coffee or that I wasn’t mad at that 5-Hour mess, but positives and negatives, right? Half And Half Will

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Log 132 ~Half And Half Will~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now, and you believe you can be too. But, you hate your day job and writing, while your purpose in life does not come quickly or cheaply. By the way, have you published GULP yet but will get to that as always. Now I mentioned believing and everything. From The Secret By Rhonda Byrne, Think and Grow Rich By Napoleon Hill speaks on having positive thoughts. Do you remember when you would read books and not only talk about them? How about when Half And Half was only a drink; you want “family-friendly” people to read this, right?

Anyway, you believe that the dead will walk the Earth. You have faith; we’re not alone in the universe. Hell here’s the big one; President Trump will know Impeachment. Okay, so here’s the point of today and the past few. The negative and the positive are dueling one another in your thoughts. Do you want some positives? You know that shirt you thought La Quinta Inn & Suites by Wyndham lost? How did that turn up in the wash? Tonight, you hit the halfway point of The “Wrist” of Playing Chrono. The ant invasion you thought had begun last night, was only a false alarm. You need to get a maid, though. Will, the other side of the coin, is this, you can’t go wasting money like that anymore. One of your cars isn’t working. Oh and Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 002 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Failed (Day 002 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Firstborn Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
    Failed

So much for No Nut November isn’t that right. Your inbox is growing all the more with having to write for NaNoWriMo. The Day Job is getting worse with hours. Didn’t you almost clock A&W with a box of Discovery Kids toys. What’s his face continues to be the bane of your existence in that place. Stop it right now Will you are starting to be a little unfair. TWD’s Eugene talks about what a lack of sleep will do to you, and with all your writing? If anything, I should be making another list to help me out. Funny how the NaNoWriMo list is the only one that has a chance in Hell of getting done. Good thing you met tonight’s goal before you started this, what, pep-talk? What about these 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 Firstborn Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Reducing My Inbox To Zero
  6. I AM Finishing “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”

If you can do this, well, you know what you want from a legitimate business, hmm Will Half & Half.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 131 ~I Will For Lust~

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Between the time I wrote this and this evening, what a day is all I can say, but why should I worry as the song goes, no I should be working, and I did today, but well there is no but or let’s say other parts of the anatomy. “I Will For Lust.”

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Log 131 ~I Will For Lust~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now. I say that every day, but I’m not on drugs. Don’t do drugs kids, but if I’m done somewhat quoting movies let’s talk about today. No offense to those that have survived rehab, but I have that feeling right now. The impression that I want to get clean and what I did was the last time. Okay, so I’m a junkie that had his fix last night. Damn “No Nut November” (LANGUAGE), but as the song goes, “She drives me crazy, and I can’t help myself.”

Every girl I know would freak out because they would think I’m talking about them. Let me make this plain; love should be an obsession. I told my mother once that I didn’t believe in unconditional love. She read me the “riot act.” Uh oh, am I revealing my age, Ok Boomer. Am I done with history and current events? For the record, I’m a Millenial. Anyway, I guess I couldn’t take it, you know, putting five thousand words down and I was still going. One more “peek” before the end of the night, and I was looking up everything; I’ll give you a list. The thing is I keep going back and forth between thinking I have a problem and being myself. Hell, you need only read my novels, someone always owns a brothel, cathouse, whorehouse, the ideas Lu.

The Sirens:

  1. Brooke Logan
  2. Miki Hirayama
  3. Naomi Sakamoto
  4. MILF Dos
  5. Misha Cross
  6. Faith Seed

If anything, I need to treat them like the kind that I need to get away from, don’t I Lady Lu. Well, that makes sense like the “Anatomy Of Frickin’ Laser Beams.” Thank you, Austin Powers, and also the name of what, my ninth chapter. I’ve lost several “good” ideas from the shower, getting to here. I still owe myself five thousand words today. I’m so late, and I want something good for lunch. I even checked my account today, my math, when it comes to money? Yeah, I always thought I was better when it counted. The only thing I’m counting is going for one week and not caving. The “Wrist” Of Playing Chronos, still doesn’t have any sex, sense, or sanity. Chrono Crusade, Chrono Cross, so I will stick to “Chrono” Lady Lu.

The “Wrist” Of Playing Chrono, but I Will For Lust.

I Will Have No Fear