Don’t feel much like writing, just thinking, gathering ideas. I have some lyrics I’m trying to harmonize on my ukulele. May just do that. Found a good uke chord chart on Reddit. 12 chords, all nice.
Finished writing the song. It begins with F minor with the first string a bit tuned up (touching the fret). This will probably be my final song. Don’t really want to work so hard after retirement. Also didn’t do any writing today. Just dreaming of my story to fill in later.
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Nightfall. Applied the DIY degooing paste to my Oakleys that cost almost $200. Will rinse it off now and see if it worked. Worked a bit. Also tried glycerin, worked a bit more. Think will stop thereabouts. My Oakleys are one of my grail possessions. Thinking I may head out tomorrow to the park. Need to shower again later on, maybe around 11pm.
Baby and kid voices telling me I’m banned from being published and from my social media. Where did that prophecy come from? I don’t mind having a look. It now seems that my novella has been put aside for now, perhaps while the publisher thinks what marketing / placement is suitable as it is a bit of a strange story. Meanwhile, my boardgame is doing nothing, of course, until the fair starts. Naturally, people are blocking me on social media for carrying the telepathy load. Nothing new there.
Looking further, my book has seemingly been read by quite a few people who found it a page turner if only it were longer. I can’t say how much writing 20k words was difficult for me, without using filler and highly descriptive monologues. Realized that people do want to be entertained while the story unfolds but I’m not much an emoter. Maybe in my next book, The Blood Dagger -a full length novel yet unfinished.
Plotting TBD:
It will have 4 acts:
1. A beginning full of confusion and surreal horror. Immotaeus is presumed dead from going against prophet Herod.
2. Morty wakes up to find he is healing and mending well under the watch of Imogen and her magic coin pendulum. She has shaved off his hair and considers his bare manhood in a poetic series of verses. The worship of the phases of the phallus.
3. There are visitors from a cult of the moon. Mysterious beings who venerate Morty’s body and he gives in to their philosophies, not realizing that they are users of a science higher than magic itself.
4. The moon is crumbling under the weight of inexactness and the cultists beseech Morty to rediscover pure humanity, his male persona.
There are, between the important plot milestones, a lot of discussions, with Herod making up prophecy and Imogen being forever a virgin. Luis and Pedro go gay. Lim-peh is revealed as a computer AI called Erasmus, once belonging to China, that realized it wanted a son, an heir in the flesh. And still talks to Morty even after it is ‘killed’ and buried. And reality and fantasy bend, which is which? Who is in control?
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