So I finished my first draft for November kiss. I’m not done by a long shot but I’ve finished my book. I got the cover, map and glossary done just a few more touches to do but I’m happy with the progress I’ve made and I will do once it’s done.
I’m aiming for a hundred sixty to two-hundred pages. I will improve my book as my next published book.
All I have is the road ahead of me. The road behind is only an echo of a time that used to be the present.
I know a dirt nap is at the end of it so I know between now and then I better make the most of my life. In the very least I should play the game properly.
Yeah. Today I find myself introspective about choices that I make and the habits I want to create and old habits I want to take up again.
Old habit is creating more music and art. New habit is to slowly but surely become a weekly investor.
I don’t fear death. I never have.. I am afraid of wasting time doing things that have no meaning to me or add nothing positive to me or anyone else. There’s more then enough bullshit in life I see no point and have no desire to comsume more then my fair share or produce anything more to add to the shit hill.
Still. I find myself wasting time. A thing I hate the most. A thing I fear the most. So…I have but one way to go. I am at a point of no return. I have to push onward.
I’ll put some headphones on my head close my eyes to distractions and just keep walking listening to some self imposed affirmations….
I am an investor….in financial growth and a investor in my own art and self worth…..
Some people hate action movies. Some people prefer romantic comedies. The small minority of today prefer books as their go too art/entertainment.
The Rings of Power is a Television show made by modern day writers. The themes cater to a proticular audience…..
I’m not in that audience. The shit wasn’t made for me so I don’t give a fuck about it.
That audience exists and they will watch and enjoy every second of the art that I view as shit.
I don’t really hate on people that like the shit or think it’s high art. I find the shit interesting because it brings hope to my mind that rich fuckers didn’t just spend a fucking truck full of money just to blow it all on cocain fantastic visions about an audience that would love the fuck out of it.
Realistically speaking the makers of Rings of Power were shooting for the fan base of traditional fans of the Lords of the Rings. They missed from the jump of the first fucking trailer and didn’t have a flying fuck of succeeding because……
They weren’t fans to begin with and it was always about the money. But, they have their audience just not the one they were shooting for.
Disney/Marvel produced a show about She Hulk.
I am a fan of SheHulk. I saw the first trailer. I couldn’t get past how fuck ugly She-hulk looked and then the resting bitch face of the actor that plays She-hulk in normal bitch mode. I knew this shit wasn’t for me. I found who it was for and heard a dude say that fucking ugly green CGi-fuck ugly-jolly green giant was sexy….
I’m not mad at the dude for saying he’s fucking banana balls crazy. I am relieved in a weird way that the people that find this shit amazing and awesome exist….I know who this shit is for….the normal general public.
The normal general public loves this form of entertainment. I maxed out a long fucking time ago. This shit wasn’t made for me. It was made for consumers these products.
For the next decades. Marvel will bring out a ton of this shit and the normal folks will watch every last bit of the shit and enjoy it all. I got no shade for Marvel now because people are buying it. Consuming Disney SheHulk and Marvel movies are how normal people have fun…..
I stood outside the authority court house meeting room waiting to get a word from Dallas on whether or not the judges would allow the new evidence to be presented for our case before the day was done. I wish I could be in the meeting room with Dallas. He was nervous though I knew he could handle it. This was a big case for him. I was only happy I could-“
A loud crackle of lightning broke through the sky outside. I looked up through the window ceiling above in time to see flashes of lightning clash together. The rain started immediately and a storm raged outside.
A flash of lightning connected again and I saw two men exchange blows before the taller one knocked the other down. The man fell fast. I screamed ducking away as the man came crashing through the ceiling. Glass flew everywhere cutting into my back and cheek as the body came down to land in the center of the hallway.
I turned looking down at him. I blinked in shock at the battered bloody male body. He was young, dark hair, dark chocolate skin coded with the language of his people dressed in the fashion common to any age or youth generation of the city Newark. I knew who he was instantly. I had worked hard to avoid him and being noticed by his brethern.
I heard the sound of laughter shake the city and the elements I could only sense converging to lay claim to this realm.
I went over to him quickly gathering him in my arms and wiping away the blood and glasses on his body and face. I slapped his coded face lightly. “Wake up, you damn elemental. You can’t die out on me. Wake the hell up. Damn it.” I said and kept slapping his face now.
Nothing worked. His body was going paler by the seconds. The city shook with the monsters laughter as the Heavy Metal Dragon Cyberpunk slowly faded out of existence.
There was nothing I could do. I wasn’t what he had become. I hadn’t been good enough. He couldn’t die. I couldn’t afford for him to die.
“You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. Damn it Cyberpunk LIVE!” I screamed at him and punched his chest.
A flash of light exploded between us bathing the hallway in light and fire for an instant.
Cyberpunk opened his eyes and stared at me and then he came to his feet and blinking at me in surprise. “Thanks, little Cousin. Sorry, about the change. You look great though. Later.” He said and then leaped up out of the hole in the ceiling.
I stared up wiping my face on my jacket. I felt Dallas behind me. “Did the judge accept the evidence?” I asked him not wanting him to see me. I was changed. I had no idea into what though with my luck.
“Ah. No. It’s too late. They’re sentencing him to life. So you ever plan on telling me your were a dragon/alien like Cyberpunk? Are you going to look at me?”
I sighed and turned to look at him. Dallas stared at me. I frowned at him as I rose from the floor. I noticed the change by how I stood a head taller then his 6’2 height.
I felt different. I felt…sexy, strong, powerful and by the look on Dallas’s perfect face he thought so too. I smiled at him as I shook off my jacket and brushed off the glass from my blond hair, shirt and brushed off my pants. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get em next time. I can give you a back massage to cheer you up?”
Dallas nodded “Sounds good. Let’s go.” He said taking my hand and leading me away.
It gets into the flow and ideas behind just getting started in writing. I use as examples my latest writing Blue Technomancer as an example of the importance on always have a notebook or phone handy for inspiration and being open to the fact you always have to rewrite but everything begins with just starting out.
There are things in this life I like many young boys and young men were taught to follow the path of go to school, go to college maybe university and above all else get a degree.
Because knowledge is power.
It’s only as you age and hopefully gain wisdom you realize this a lie. In short people with power or in positions of power very few times have or gained their power by being knowledgeable or as discerning. In fact the world is not run by rulers of superior knowledge.
It’s run by people with the understanding that power is power.
How does this relate to Blackpills or excellence? A positive point toward Blackpillers is that some of it’s propopoants declare that a man should not live his life on lies or a fictional view of how the world works. A man should embrace the harsher element of the truth of life.
Where then the Blackpill ideology falls apart is that it stops there or it does go the extra mile. What is the purpose then of gaining knowledge for a proticular craft your interested in or have a natural talent in?
I push forth my own answer in blunt fashion as so:
To shine with excellence and to be the man people look to get shit done.
Excellence and application of what you do and how you do it are the gifts that come with achieving high levels of knowledge in a chosen field, profession, trade or craft. The time taken to sparken your skills to learn new skills and better perform over the other guy is what a man strives for in gaining respect,.position and an elevation of power.
Yes. There is a harshness to this world. A unforgivingness to this world but men were created in this world and for ages men have conquered and dominated in this world. Currently in the first world it doesn’t seem so much true but
Men achieve high levels of excellence in the heart of conflict difficulties and pain. Life comes with pain and trouble but this is not new. This is the reality our ancestors dealt with managed and in some cases mastered by embracing the truth and excelling in to high levels of excellence and self-esteem.
The day to day journey’s from home to work and back again fill me with woe.
Not for the work or job as it be. It’s because of the consent bullshit shit in the metaphorical air. I’m allergic to bullshit and politically motivated as such there is alot in the air in that regards.
It’s a upon us. The season you work longer hours and think about chances to grab more out of a week and day. The prices aren’t falling. So the pay must keep raising.
There’s a reason for it all. There’s a cause behind it all I just can’t name him.
Oh well. I can’t seem to remember the name of the person. All I can hear are voices continually talking about Will Smith for some reason.
I figured that I really need to just focus on finishing one book at a time. I can get out a short story here and there but I have to be careful of this. I love writing four swords but it’s turning into a full on book that takes to much of my time and it’s too damn long to put up online. I’ll gather what I have and finish it out in a ebook.
I’m finding it harder to keep my short stories real short now. I just end up writing down more then two hundred words with it and I find it harder to keep it short. I’m going to finish it but it will take me full days on my off days to get it done.
I loved writing Blue Jumper but I could have explored more and gone longer with it. I’m at version 001 but I’m going to extend it when I can.
I like how the Dawn of the Supers series is coming along. It’s my favorite series so far because of the challenges the stories have given me. It’s a fun little sci-fi action adventure read.
Currently I am focused on Styx Shade. The writing style is a challenge for me but I embrace it. I’m taking a break from strange dreams Alex and will pick it back up when I’ve finished Styx Shade book 1.
I’m close to finishing La Rue the knight. But it will take time on my off days. I have a direction for it but I just need the off days to get the work done.
I think of the successes he’s had of the past and scale of his body of work and rate of productivity and then I see the wall.
He can’t finish out the last book in his magnum opus. He can’t or is unable to sceal his legazy as a writer. What’s the problem? What’s the situation going on?
It boils down to time and a moment when age has caught with you.
How can age and time catch up with a writer? Isn’t the art and the craft totally depended on the mind and imagination?
No. The mind is a physically aspect. It is apart of the body and both have time limits for how effective and spark they can be on any given day or the acceleration of age, time and interest.
A professional boxer has a window of time he can be active and sharp on the game before time and age slow them down.
I think about this aspect every day. I have a time limit myself on my own scope and body of work I wish to get half way down by my late forties. I’m in good physical shape and I’m always conscious of my weight and striving to work on my focus and staying active on achieving my goals.
I have so many stories, poetry collections and blog posts I wish to write and audiobooks I want to produce. I don’t care about legazy so much as getting the work done so when I forget it all one day. I have something to give and share that hopefully might inspire someone else to create their own realms of stories and continue the story by hopefully bothering from me and others to make great stories.
Not how I would like to have ended it but awesome all way around. 26 episodes in total. It ends on a light note with a door open for the story that will follow in the order of the DAWN OF THE SUPERS series.
Blue Jumper published 2022
Rising Dragon coming soon….
Steel Toe Technomancer coming soon…
The Elder published 2021
True steel detective coming soon….
Each book is a stand alone story at different timeliness of the series so you can read them as you will.