That's life. Sitting in a dark room on a cloudy day with dusk basically seeming to be here already. I ran the errands this morning. Got the cat food, another roll of stamps, and I was the only one in the post office. They told me it's gonna stay open. Hopefully the sausage casing who sold me the stamps told the truth.
I'm stuffed silly, am having my umpteenth cup of creamed pu-erh, have the electric candle going, and am gonna have to turn on the light if I keep doing any more lengthy posts anywhere, and I'm waiting for the rain to start.
Temperatures have been kind of warm during the highs. Somewhere between five and ten degrees warmer than normal, Fahrenheit. (Wow! I spelled that right the first time.) Of course it doesn't last, and the nights are a tad 'nyippy', but even those are a bit warmer than usual. I can take the trash down in a t-shirt without suffering. It's only two floors down and 4 units northwest to get to the bin. We used to live in the east unit before the bitch beneath us dropped her crack pipe and burnt us out. We liked it better over there, though. We had a nicer back view, and when we went downstairs we had a private patio area right there. On the other hand, the sun does set faster where we are, and it's a little bigger, but still. We had free heat in the old unit. Here we have to pay.
Oh well. It was a trade off. I guess it's a little quieter here, since it's further away from the pool. I can also see the car just by stepping outside. Before, I had to walk a few steps, but so what? OK, and I also don't get rained on, on the walk way hardly ever, since the wind usually comes from the west and we have an east entrance. The other walkway gets royally soaked when it rains.
I suppose where we are has a few more advantages, though I do miss the free heat. Losing about $7,000 worth of stuff and having to spend days doing all the laundry didn't do me, either. I also had to do a major car repair, and ended up giving the damn thing to my mechanic, may he RIP. He gave me another car, but I had to pay for the parts to half rebuild it. I got free labour. He was smitten with me. I also reminded him of one of his crotch droppings, and she had the same name I used for my alter ego in my book series. She spelled it Stefani, though; not Stephanie. Still. . . And the family is Greek. So is the love of the life of my lead character.
A crazy, iconoclastic 'autobiography' regarding the adventures and evolution of a gorgeous, confused, neurotic, artsy, intellectual Irish psychopomp. http://vergilxanon1.blogspot.com/
And no, (if you read it) I wouldn't relate to him now how my alter ego related to him in the story. My head is in a totally different space now.
The craziest book series most of you have never read. It's not perfect. It was almost published, but shite happens, and I'm glad it wasn't. I would have had to make too many compromises on it, and put up with a cover model who looked nothing like my drawings. It still has a few type-o's. Using u.s. Microsoft Works messed my Commonwealth spelling up, and I didn't catch all of the so called 'corrections', which fecked me up royally. The first volume also needs another couple of weeks work, but I'd need two computers to do it. I'm not gonna tell you what the problem is, because you probably won't even notice it unless you are as astute as less than a half a percent of the population. It took my publisher about 20 rereads to discover it, and I never would have, so hey. Any way, all it costs is TIME. It's NONPROFIT. There's also too much space between some of the entries. Deal with it, if interested. The stupid software was not a case of WYSIWYG, as far as my work went. If you want to keep it, you can copy it and fix the spacing on you own word processor if so inclined, but why bother?
Yes, it is a little autobiographical, though from the perspective of Zanna/Kyle/Stephanie/Stefan (depending on what gender it is that day). Mostly the first volume. The rest is just so far our in left field it's out of the stadium; though some things were inspired by some of my adventures in real life. Gods, I had enough of them.
Ifn ya don't mind, I would like to spread the story about as much as I can so I can die in INFAMY! Hope y'all don't mind. The short stories starting on volume eleven are damn good! Short stories are my forte. Finally, 'Closure' is surrealistic porn with a plot, so I did write something to cater to the lowest common denominator. I also have to admit, the intro is a bit long, and might be irritating to get through for some; but it's a critical set up for the story. It does help if you're familiar with the poem, "The Wooing Of Etain". (The first volume is loyal to the Donn of the Irish myths, me thinks. The rest. . .well; what's formerly infatuated and hormonally driven basket case to write?)
Or you can read the 'Reader's Digest', I mean Wiki summary of the poem. It's short and to the point:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tochmarc_%C3%89ta%C3%ADne
Yes, it took years and lots of research to write. Not to mention when I was under contract. . .
I originally didn't want my name associated with this project, but the fact that it doesn't matter finally got though to me. This is my revenge against the worthless bitch who I was stupid enough to use to get me here, and life itself; which I absolutely HATE to this day. But I gotta do what I gotta do. Finish what I started. So on I go until my contract is up.
An oRn a final note: CHRISTL SPRINGBORN, YOU CAN SUCK DONKEY DONG! SAME WITH YOU SECOND PERV OF A 'HOST', YOU MERCENARY WHORE! I STILL REMEMBER! HOW COULD I FORGET?!
