“What are you thinking” are scary words these days but I’m still keeping my mouth shut at work because if I didn’t, hell it would be worst than my Pinterest titles and those are making my head hurt. “Will Of It All”
This week I should have been asking the question of how much money am I going to make, but I still haven’t sent in my book. Hell, I trust writers of fiction but publishers and what about myself to be honest. Who, What, When, Will.
At one point in life, I wanted to be a journalist when I couldn’t hack it “In The Navy” I became even more of a poet and stuck with it, then I started writing full-fledged stories, what became of those men. The Will Of Three but no writing this week.
How many days has it been that I have chosen to drown myself in sheets and not water? Well, would that be a bad thing; Thursday’s usually are, but all my dirt has gone elsewhere, but I do clean up nice sometimes. “Will Is Hanging Out.”
Last week I talked about community property, and I’m still all for keeping what’s mine which for now is a whole lot of green, but I don’t trust in God, his servants or Trump’s government so what comes next? Making A Willing Investment
You want to put a price on human life, for a night over a thousand dollars, for a piece of my soul $22.00 and change and I would only get $3.00 back, but math has never been my strong suit and no offense to Asian culture but; Will Is Turning Japanese
If you only knew how difficult this was to write, hell I would be better off talking about serial killers instead of being reminded of long ago wars, not Vietnam, now WWI or WWII I respect those soldiers but what about these men. The Story Will Move.
Well back to women’s rights or a lack thereof, how I can read “Beauty in the Broken” and then watch “The Handmaid’s Tale” and with all the ideas I have I either neither tentacles or a train, thank you, “Rainey Summer Day.” Will Takes A Turn
If I wanted the community behind me, let it be for one of my books and not my son’s cuteness, but they both have a bite, to be honest, and if I ever have two-legged children, hell I might be a smidge overprotective. “Wills Of The Community”
Morpheus said something to the tune of, “don’t think you are, know you are,” so I am rich, but I am also upset, and let’s said nine other things, but the only Treachery I find is with myself. “Will’s The Magic Word”