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No Worries

I used to worry about everything. That’s how I ended up here, in this padded room. They tell me I’m not fit for the outside world. I used to worry they’d never let me out of here, but now I worry that one day they might. That’s my only worry now. They’ve taken all the others away. They don’t know that. I haven’t told them. I can’t let them think they’ve cured me. I can’t risk being released back into that shit hole of a world outside these walls. I’m happy here. Happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Sorry for being away so long, minions. I hope to start posting more frequently for you all. As always, thanks for you support, even though my stories are pretty infrequent as of late.


She Lied To Me

Crystal lied to me. I know she did. I don’t know why I feel that way, but I do. I don’t actually have proof that she lied, but I know she did. It’s one of those things you just know. You can feel it through your entire body. Even the marrow in my bones knows she lied to me. It’s pretty sure anyway. At least eighty percent sure. That’s good enough when it comes to lying. That’s what my mother always used to say. That’s why I got a wooden spoon across my backside so often. God, I hated that spoon.

Thing is she was wrong more than she was right. At least in the beginning. By the time it ended, I knew she wouldn’t believe me anyway, so I lied out my ass. Each one was larger and more elaborate than the last. They were the kinds of stories that could only be lies, but if I was going to get hit anyway why not make it interesting, right?

That’s how it was with Crystal. She had to be lying. At least I think so. I’m at least sixty percent sure she was lying. There’s no other explanation, really. She had to be lying.
Her story just didn’t jibe with reality. That’s how you get caught. That’s what
my mother always said. Thing is, my stories jibed perfectly in the beginning.
How couldn’t they have? I was telling the truth.

Crystal had to be lying. She knew that guy and something was definitely weird with their dynamic. I’m at least forty percent sure she was lying. There’s no way that was the first time they’d ever met. They knew each other. They got what they deserved.

But what if she didn’t know him? What if she wasn’t lying? No. She was lying. I’m at least twenty percent sure, and twenty percent is good enough, right?

I probably should have given her the benefit of the doubt. I should give her a call. I want to. I want her back. I shouldn’t have snapped like that.

I can’t call her though. She wouldn’t answer. How could she? She’s at the bottom of a lake with that piece of shit who tried to take her from me. Besides, she lied to me. I’m at least eighty percent sure. I think.

Just a quick, barely edited story for you today. What say you, Minion?

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Lock me up and throw away the key

All signs point to me being completely insane. I’ve decided to start writing yet another novella and I haven’t even finished the two I’m working on yet. In fact, I’ll be starting it immediately after I finish this post. Before you send me to the looney bin, you should know that there is a method to my madness.

Here’s how my mind is working at the moment. I have four basic stages of writing: Draft 1, Draft 2, Edit 1, and Edit 2. The goal of starting another project is to have a project in each stage of the cycle at all times. Currently, the ladder looks like this:

Edit 2 – Sadly, nothing is currently this far along

Edit 1 – Sins of a Father

Draft 2 – The trials and tribulations of Cherokee Johnson

Draft 1 – Whitaker’s Island

When each of these progresses up the ladder, a fourth story will be added to the bottom rung. Currently, the fourth is slated to be a story I have dubbed Epoch, but that’s subject to change when the time comes. There are a lot of other ideas floating around in ye olde noggin and one of them may just fight its way to the top of the list before I get to the fourth rung.

Having multiple projects helps keep the creativity flowing. If I’m not feeling Mr. Muse’s juju on one I can move to one of the others. Surely he’ll have something to say about one of the four. Plus, when I finish one I don’t have the overwhelming feeling of how much work I need to put in before I finish another, because the next is already in the editing phase. I need to keep the pipeline full to keep writing. If I allow that overwhelmed feeling to sink in then I can go for months without writing. I don’t want to allow that. I refuse to allow that, thus the four step plan was born. By keeping something always near completion, I don’t notice the amount of work required quite as much and can keep my spirits up.

There is also the novel, The Rain (working title), in the works, but that’s being viewed as an “I’ll get to it when I get to it” sort of deal at the moment so it doesn’t count as one of the steps on the ladder at this time. It’s currently at the beginning of Draft 2, so when the time comes it’ll just squeeze in and halt whatever is below it, just not yet.

If I can stay motivated and friendly with Mr. Muse (if not friendly, at least keep a working relationship going) I’ve got big things planned for the future, but that’s a post for down the line at some point. Right now, I’ve just got to focus on doing what I do. “Keep on keepin’ on,” as Joe Dirt would say. Thanks for the support and friendship, guys. It means a lot.

Love, peace, and chicken grease, my friends.