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Lesson 160 ~Give Me One Reason~

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Fame, fortune, they say money can’t buy you love but for all the reasons I might want to try, I’m just tired and who knows what all this snow we bring, a few days to catch up or to do something finally? “Give Me One Reason,” and it’d better be great

Friday, December 8, 2017

Lesson 160 ~Give Me One Reason~

Hey Lady Sophia
No Fear, I could leave if I wanted to, snow and all, to think I almost chickened out because of some inclement weather and if that was for a job I hated and errands I could run later what about my book?

I finished one book and what popped up into my head to stop the editing process nut the book I finished before my 120,000-word dribble. You don’t believe me, I was thinking about spinning the whole virus angle and the reason for the game that they play; forgive me, in my deluded mind I’m still thinking someone is genuinely reading and I don’t want any spoilers getting out. Anyway is that my master plan, to keep two books in a constant state of flux, so I don’t have to edit: I am my own worst enemy when I’m writing right?

Of course, my most common enough excuse is that it’s been a long day and trust me it has been, which leads me back to the weather and almost dying. Indeed that’s yet a reason I do this because what are they going to say about me, I don’t want those lies in either life or death, read my words and perhaps it will be the first time I ever stood up for myself, and I will be lying there. Is that why my work is what it is, that I have to unleash the beast, my beautiful private purge?

With the snow falling all around us and being trapped here by exhaustion, a myriad of plot devices, and with the madness that is me I can’t help but think about “The Shining” or maybe “Misery”? I could just be hearing “Okay” in my head with a never-ending spank bank of others. So do I need to kill the old me, will it take the dog chewing off my legs, leaving me lying here typing away unable to do any of work, hell if I want my porn why not work on my story, other than the fact that my writing, I know it stinks.

That’s always my ultimate excuse to not write though how many reasons, good reasons do I have to carry on? Finish one book and then work on the others, one step at a time, one word at a time but yeah Give Me One Reason?

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 153 ~The Horror, Horniness, Helplessness~

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Is it just me or has this room quieted somewhat without all the frustrated breaths, the echoes of the keys dying, earlier since I’m not working all night, my characters falling silent with their stories told? The Horror, Horniness, Helplessness

Friday, December 1, 2017

Lesson 153 ~The Horror, Horniness, Helplessness~

Hey Lady Sophia,
No Fear, until next month but even now I’m sort of at that part in the movie when, I’m in the woods lost, the car won’t start, the realization that the monster is coming. First I should off by saying and not that I’ve been crowing about it or anything but I’m a NaNoWriMo winner, finished on the 29th, 50,000 words of complete and utter… well, you know what I want to say, ignorance, garbage, idiocy, etc.

What the holy hell was I thinking, and now that it’s over now I’m just imagining what I’m supposed to be feeling now and again my creativity is failing me. In a way it sort of parallel’s my book, the guy is lost somewhere in the bowels of Hell, but unlike me he at least has somebody coming after him, a family he has never seen, but they are there. When I’m not obsessing over that, it’s the fact that I may never catch up with the life I upped and abandoned, not that it was truly doing me any favors honestly but it’s mine.

Mine just like this story one big pile of shit, and if anything, I need to be gearing up for January, but I just want to fall, fuck, or fear every single thing. Excuse my Sesame Street antics; I’m just trying to stay awake or keep from breaking down, both are viable options. At least I’m not in bed at the moment, and I would say that’s a miracle but how does one define a miracle. Maybe the question is how does one define the impossible because last week didn’t I think being here, surviving, winning, completing, NaNoWriMo, was beyond me, it’s all about me.

That’s it isn’t it, nobody else cares, and this story is as doomed as that story about turkeys taking over the world or for “For Love of Truth,” what about “Some Assembly Required” 120,000 words and 50,000 words is what I considered a challenge? Is that it, why I can’t get excited about what I’ve done now, and I just being me, perhaps I truly fear the light, am I trying to get some actual philosophical basis to my crappy sexual romp, that can’t be.

I could have just needed a new project like Andy Dufresne, but sometimes it’s the little dog at my feet. I keep telling him to wait for me, and I’ll give us both a real life, a real home but all I have to offer is writing and when I look at my latest work *sigh* The Horror, Horniness, Helplessness.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 146 ~Staying In The Black~

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Black all around us, I do mean words on the page, the time, along with my day job making all sorts of money because according to my paycheck I’m not in the slightest and yet I carry on with this farce of a book. “Staying In The Black” a while longer.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Lesson 146 ~Staying In The Black~

Hey Lady Sophia,
Tomorrow is another day, and I just don’t know, okay maybe I do know, but I don’t want to admit it, and I won’t give it words because I am so exhausted my fault of course besides work. As musical inclined as I am “Everyday I Write The Book,” and I’m nearly there if you can believe that; according to NaNoWriMo, I need an estimate of 2,200 words to finish on schedule and then what comes next.

I honestly have no idea, Lady Sophia, as it is most possibly the worse thing I have ever written and you know that’s saying a lot, not to mention I feel me and Dante Alighieri should have a conversation, seriously I feel half dead already. Should I be proud that I have given up nearly everything on this whim, that may never see the light of day, but that’s just it isn’t it, not just my life I am wasting anymore you know when you create characters and really when you know how people blather in everyday life incessantly. Am I indeed a coward, you’re damn right I am, but I am trying because with my story I am doing.

There was a movie that said I think when you save a life, you must take responsibility for it, the same as when you create a life, what sort of parent will I be, of course you know who to ask when it comes to that. If anything living is quite a cost, you pay with blood, sweat, and tears, and I could tell you plenty about that with everything that has happened this month, dammit I survived Black Friday and regardless of my wasted efforts, I have done what I set out to do at least for today. Maybe I shouldn’t worry so much about tomorrow, but you know me, so does “Indiana Gone,” and I can’t turn back now, I can’t give up, seriously Sophia I’m this close.

We’re talking six days, and there you have it, set life, yeah, I couldn’t say that with a straight face if I think this book is every going anywhere besides some long lost file right? It’s already so late, and you know tomorrow will be another long one which means getting up early, sad that waking up to my day job is how I am always Staying In The Black.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 139 ~Because Books Become Beguiling…~

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Write, Wow, Win, I feel a new rule coming on at some point but shouldn’t ever word now be going to those 50,000 that I owe… well not really anybody, just like these lessons that I’m apparently not learning, as Because Books Become Beguiling

Friday, November 17, 2017

Lesson 139 ~Because Books Become Beguiling…~

Hey Lady Sophia,
No Fear because every day I doubt all the more truly I could ever write such a title and yet the dream remains, forever the dream, how many words am I supposed to have written for “NaNoWriMo” by today and with my current schedule as is *sigh*.

It doesn’t take much to write excuses does it or even talk to you, no I’m not trying to be mean though I’m sure a girl here or there would call me as such. Here I am trying to write a 50,000-word novel and I can’t even reply to a few simple text and I actually fell asleep today, the “5-hour Energy” is still working, I didn’t take it before because… Yeah, fill in the blank with whatever you want when it comes to that, talking about my warped creativity.

What do I find inspires me lately… I already fell off the wagon as of late but I have been finding my anger fuels me quite a bit, I feel, my day job knows all about my “epic” rants and that’s been awhile too. As for my current reading list, “Shiver” by Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine, and I don’t mean this as a criticism but it is honestly the gayest thing I ever read, Gay Dark Erotica, of course, I didn’t know that when I first picked up the title, read between the lines or read the fine print why don’t I. Talk about beguiling because in my life there have been perhaps three books I just couldn’t finish.

Maybe I’m just stubborn when it comes to this one and if only I could be as stubborn when it comes to my own writing, because charming, beguiling, debonair, what have you is not what I have been doing lately. It’s been about banging my head against a wall or more to the point… oh yeah, I have to be somewhat diplomatic talking to you, probably the only real practice I have been getting with my writing lately just saying.

I will never say that any book disturbs to be burned, people sure but ideas, even bad ones show us something, even if we are the worst off for it if they come rushed, and unlike some words said, writing means… isn’t that a question, what does writing mean. Perhaps people will never know because my words belong somewhere else but others in the end maybe “Because Books Become Beguiling…”

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 132 ~A Few More Keys~

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Twenty-six letters in the alphabet and I have to make fifty thousand words or more, sounds horrifying when you look at it that way, like some monster I can’t escape because I still have to choose the right key, over and over. “A Few More Keys” really

Friday, November 10, 2017

Lesson 132 ~A Few More Keys~

Hey Lady Sophia,
No Fear, other than I can’t get out of is so what’s the key to being a good writer and while this is somewhat simplistic advice, for once I can give you an answer. Write, now isn’t that what they all say and how about comparing yourself to others, sad to admit that the idea that someone is worse seems to get me through these days now.

That and “5-hour Energy” which is how I managed to get anything done at all yesterday but as I told you before, it’s “NaNoWriMo” and I’m proud to say that I’m actually participating to a certain degree. I’m going to need every trick in my repertoire to get this done and at the moment that means the placebo effect. It’s keeping me buzzed as we speak, I should probably be writing a review for “Powerade” too but honestly, I don’t need to add any more to my plate right now.

So right now my current story is “The Keys of Life” but that’s a working title, and Grammarly already nailed me on dreaded plagiarism, so I’ll have to see where, and of course shelling out more money. I was thinking something along the lines of “Wool” meets “Mad Max” probably with some “Sucker Punch” thrown in as well and of course, it will be erotica or whatever I hope erotic to be. Is it sad that I’m already throwing in characters like this will be a movie, or maybe that’s just par for the course these days helping me visualize?

I can’t even give you a synopsis because I can’t see where I’m going, I’m just taking it one key at a time, one step at a time, and aren’t I always saying that time is always against me. Even today I have to write a review for “Ruthless King” by Meghan March, well I don’t have to but I want to kill more time writing about somebody else really.

I wonder if God ever felt this way, maybe he got bored playing The Sims, wanting everything to be perfect and so he just chose to step back and give himself eternity. I don’t have that luxury, think outside, off the TV and Youtube, even the depression if I can and get right back to writing but Lady Sophia it’s *sigh* A Few More Keys.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 125 ~Should “Words” Be Infectious~

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My mind seems to be one whiteboard when what I need is a white room for my madness because it’s been a long time since I have allowed myself to go mad and I suppose I need the convenience to answer the question. Should “Words” Be Infectious

Friday, November 3, 2017

Lesson 125 ~Should “Words” Be Infectious~

Hey Lady Sophia,
No Fear… except I’m becoming too relaxed, too popular and mediocrity can be addicting but not infectious as my words should be. My words, I suppose at the very least it’s something that I’m actually reading again which means I should have another review in how long?

Speaking of reviews, I hate being used, seriously I’m not a big deal or anything but the book offers keep rolling in and my reviews keep rolling out and how do I know I’m being used. Yes, I’ve been on a dark erotica kick for a while and now I’m reading stories about everything from horror stories to boxers… a sports book who knows, who cares. Apparently, these authors don’t they just want reviews on Amazon so their words can spread, text, emails, word of mouth which brings me to the lesson of what the hell have I done honestly.

I’m a freaking carrier of words, a zombie, a Walker, a Z, and my only job is to ingest all I can just so I can spread more words everywhere else and I don’t know maybe I’m just frustrated. How I survived the month of Sapphire and made it through October and now it’s NaNoWriMo season and what do I have to show for it… you know this month is only going to get worse. It’s not like I’m helping manners, do you know I almost forgot to write today, maybe I was preparing so much yesterday but I was just slacking off today and the only word that came to mind today was infectious.

Aren’t there enough zombie stories and what about my novella… that wasn’t meant to be 50,000 words of course and technically it should be done already. The words seem so small when you actually think about it, 2,000 words a day when I was actually doing 5,000 for my novel “Some Assembly Required”, remember that.

I thought about imposing a sort of a tax on myself for every time I get a hard-on, I write a hundred words, can you imagine with my libido how many words that would be daily? So what about tomorrow, I have such grand plans at the moment but what will I be doing; see I honestly don’t want to write about those ideas either.

You know what the solution is don’t you, the cure, “in my own words” because the answer is so simple right, Should Words Be Infectious?

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 118 ~Penny For My Thoughts~

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I get paid for people to tell me I’m not working hard enough, I’m replaceable, and I don’t know anything, and the sad thing it’s more than any word has ever gotten me which is probably why I’m still doing it. Penny For My Thoughts

Friday, October 27, 2017

Lesson 118 ~Penny For My Thoughts~

“A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I’ll sell ’em for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner” The Band Perry

Hey Lady Sophia
No Fear, at least I don’t think it’s fear that’s making me waste my time, waste my money, and if I listened to a selective minority, waste my talent, and that’s truly something I have no fear of, potential. If anything that goes on my hated words list, next to interesting and the sound of my own name, people talking about potential and maybe it’s mean to say but not everybody has that and the people that do are told this because other people want to use them, not my parents though.

“No. No, no no no. Fuck you, you don’t owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me. Cuz tomorrow I’m gonna wake up and I’ll be 50, and I’ll still be doin’ this shit. And that’s all right. That’s fine. I mean, you’re sittin’ on a winnin’ lottery ticket. And you’re too much of a pussy to cash it in, and that’s bullshit. ‘Cause I’d do fuckin’ anything to have what you got. So would any of these fuckin’ guys. It’d be an insult to us if you’re still here in 20 years. Hangin’ around here is a fuckin’ waste of your time.” Ben Affleck, Good Will Hunting

Speaking of mean, that might be a reason that I haven’t really been writing in days, besides my hated work schedule and that’s something I would rather yell in their faces. No, my novella and you know that is simply a study in me being, petty and cruel to two people, not to mention selfish, I’ve been all sorts of selfish in everything from, writing, to texting, even tonight when I should probably be begging, I’m good at that, I’m ignoring her too. Words cost us Lady Sophia and maybe I’m choosing to be a miser once again but I’m actually losing more than I’m gaining and hell how many artists become famous when they’re dead; why I never have any pressure from my olds.

No real pressure from anybody, not that I miss some writers’ constant emails, a few book reviews and yeah nobody is asking for my words anymore. I will keep my word to one, I am a man of my word or so I like to imagine but it just hurts you know to see everybody else continuing with their work and how about mine, how long did it take me to work on my blog last night? NaNoWriMo is coming up as well and didn’t I specifically say I wanted to take part in that but as always I write excuses, I feel like I’m in third or fourth grade again, one of those years I got by doing maybe zero homework but the excuses?

You can’t run from destiny or maybe I’m just lost which is my most common theme, we learn to walk just so we can imagine lounging all day, we talk but are in search of quiet, we drive as we dream of the sky. Is that it, I mean it’s no secret I want to be rich and any singer, athlete, or artist who says they do it strictly for passion and would be more than willing to stay as they are before the fame is lying, seriously to be heard…

Am I worth be listened to, Penny For My Thoughts

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 111 ~Will’s Write of Way~

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Why aren’t you writing, well what do I call this, like today walking around my job trying to drown myself at the water fountain because I was in pain, I suppose people look at my writing in much the same way. Will’s Write of Way, just the facts.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Lesson 111 ~Will’s Write of Way~

Hey Lady Sophia
No Fear, at least not anymore, still I wonder what scares me more the truth or the fiction, it has definitely been the truth that has been wearing me out honestly when it comes to my own writing. I heard somewhere if you have a choice between the truth and the legend, then always print the legend but still reality and today.

“Indiana Gone” might kick my ass for not working on my own novel… again but I can write excuses like nobody’s business so what shall it be today? I honestly put in a solid eight hours, what’s to be said for any man that does that, isn’t that just the way of the world? My writing technically is only supposed to take seven but that doesn’t pay well, or even at all not to mention all the spam lately, which brings up another point, what about my blog lately *sigh*.

Having to wake up at two in the morning isn’t helping the cause but you want the truth, how about this, why wake up at two for a job I hate and yet lie on my ass until who knows when for something I actually enjoy doing, somedays at least. That also brings up why I’m not reading today either, did I mention eight hours and then having to do this bout of honesty, if anything at least I have been keeping my word to write every day even if it’s crap. Don’t get me started but I’m looking at that candy bar I had for breakfast; what I always have one at work but that will be another rule at some point, food plus my anxiety equals no fun.

Then there’s my wannabe, Casanova antics, okay maybe I shouldn’t go that far but I haven’t been this busy with women since the days of America Online, may it R.I.P. now a day doesn’t go by when I’m not busy not getting busy, did I just show my age? Last but not least all this new hacking this and gotta be careful that, sometimes I wish I could go back to before the internet and writing god knows how many pages of a novel involving turkeys overtaking the whole world.

If anything at least I’m writing, not a lesson but always a statement of fact because of my creativity… truth is Will’s Write of Way.

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 110 ~The Casting Couch Concept~

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Actually, someone graphic today but I’m sure it’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to others, and who doesn’t have an ulterior motive with a pretty woman on their couch? “The Casting Couch Concept” and what exactly is anyone applying for hmm

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Lesson 110 ~The Casting Couch Concept~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana
No Fear or is there, monsters hide under the bed but feel more than comfortable sitting on the couch but wait am I calling men monsters? Yes, I’m still on the Harvey Weinstein scandal but I’m not here to confess to anything or to apologize for it, honestly, I have heard of the casting couch my whole life and then some.

I’m damn near ready to call it one of the foundations of porn, schoolgirls, hentai, casting couch, and an amazing amount of grey. How many people joke about the casting couch, I’ve heard so many actresses and singers being labeled as owning their thanks to whoever happens to find them attractive regardless of actual talent. I bet right now there is some guy with a girl on his couch right now, the whole idea of Netflix and Chill… maybe it’s time to end the lies but as far as Harvey Weinstein and others are concerned everything was without consent and by some of the victims’ statements even worse when it comes to ages, just unbelievable.

Anyway, this is not a place a judgment between you and me, indeed it seems weird I have something as mundane as a couch fantasy and is probably one of the few times I actually respect leather. I don’t even have a real couch per se, just a loveseat really and no love to show for it though I’ve had a girl here and there sitting with me. What am I to tell you, the goal is to get them to walk ten steps from the den to the bedroom if I don’t have them on the couch right then?

It starts off like any normal fantasy, making out on the couch, I mean haven’t we all done that, though I’m sure others aren’t thinking about tiring their partner’s hands behind their back with their own bra and pocketing their panties. GTD (Got The Draws) being said, a topless woman going down on me while she looks up at me is pretty damn nice.

If anything my biggest question would be where to come, face, tits, maybe sit her in my lap and have her ride me before either, or just be lazy and come on her belly? This would only be the beginning of the fun but I better make a clothing budget, am I a director or producer of The Casting Couch Concept?

I Will Have No Fear

Lesson 104 ~Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes~

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Do I really want to “cheat” with writing, if anything it is the truest sing I know, even if what I write is fiction, at least to a certain degree no doubt? “Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes” when I should be writing something more substantial, maybe?

Friday, October 13, 2017

Lesson 104 ~Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes~

Hey Lady Sophia,
No Fear, though this is a video game reference, infinite lives, and cheat codes, I haven’t picked up a controller in months though, years possibly. I’m a sucker for a good story though which is what brings us here, with the term good loosely defined of course.

I swear one day, not someday I’m going to write down every single reason I want to be a writer, but wouldn’t it be better spent writing out my story. Shouldn’t I be working on my novella, “Degrees of Falling” that, of course, is a working title, I’ve also so considered’ “Hot Air” and why did I start working on this story again? Maybe I’m getting all warmed up for NaNoWriMo, do you think I’m honestly going to go for it this year Lady Sophia?

Too bad I can’t write excuses for a living, the latest being my hands are exhausted, seriously they are so sore, and I wish I could at least tell you I punched someone in the face or that I have been doing something productive, other than making money, do I even have a rule about making money. Isn’t that the point of all this, is I was writing to make money then I suppose it wouldn’t be worth it, not to mention what sort of man would that make me; perhaps an educated one if I were reading at least. What about if I ever get famous, I’m going to have to be signing books, so would I complain about my hands then, that’s funny.

Unlike my novella, no wait that can be awfully funny too that I think I’ll ever get anywhere with it, yeah I’m talking to you because I need to talk about my work but I still don’t have to be positive about it, do I? That’s yet another reason that I want to be a writer because maybe I got it all wrong you know, I speak about immortality but maybe you build a life, you lose it, and repeat.

It certainly would explain how weak I get after each go-round or maybe I’m just channeling “Happy Death Day” another review I should be writing but I’m barely keeping up here. Should the question here be, what have I written today, besides talking to you, *sigh* there is always tomorrow indeed, Infinite Lives, Cheat Codes.

I Will Have No Fear