Notes

         Last evening you arrived home, had supper and relaxed. This morning you were up and working in the yard until mid-morning when the rains arrived. You and Carol accomplished the yard goals as the city is coming tomorrow to pick up tree limbs and brush, etc.

         You need to be more consciously aware that I will not tolerate you writing something in this blog just to write. It is an underhanded form of dishonesty. You ‘understand’ this and after you wrote a couple of paragraphs last night, they didn’t feel ‘right’ and you deleted them. Everything in this blog is above board even though the delivery is semi-conscious. It is best to keep the same standards I have for the books and I am not talking about perfection or even excellent writing. If you are going to remain honest, above all else, you are going to have to reflect your humanity which of course is far from some present culturally and worldly expectations. In a sense these books are an autobiographical slant on being human, on approaching the world through heart, soul, and mind. In fact, if it is any consolation to you the overall title of the books and notes and blogs is “What It Is For Me To Be Human.” Post this and then think about it. – Amorella. 

         Evening. After a supper of Papa John’s pizza and you are ready to get started on scene 11. Let’s go to it. > Once on the document you realized that you are working on scene 10 not 11.

         My error. I have not corrected it yet online but I will have to do so. Wishful thinking on my part I suppose, or, more likely, just an error. I thought scene 9 was scene 10, at least that is what it looks like.

         Make the changes first and then post. Then we will work on scene 10.

       Too many disruptions. I’m tired and don’t have the focus.

         You are anxious because you haven’t worked on scene 10 directly. Lots of material and background in your head, but no sense of the Beginning of the Dance above the Water.

         Yes. Several times over these past years of writing I have been charged with the concept that I am in over my head with these books. It sounds funny in a gallows humor-like way, but my Mother always said I should write from experience. Here I am writing about the Dead and their Rebellion somewhere around 800 BCE. I have no experience. I met one shaman in my life, well, her father was a shaman. She made burritos at an historical church site about twenty miles below Tucson, Arizona. She was/is a kind and friendly lady who had been on national news show for being a shaman if I remember correctly. How do you dance above the waters? What difference does it make anyway, the waters are not real. These people are all dead. In some ways it is just plain silly. Obviously I am not in the right frame of mind to have an imagination at present. I am not sure why.

         Tomorrow, no notes. We go directly to chapter five and begin scene ten. Once you have some of this out of your head and in writing it will make sense. No more notes until we produce. Post. – Amorella.