Solstice, memorable spirits, & a humorous conclusion

         Winter solstice, but with the cloud cover you missed the full moon eclipse.

         The last full eclipse of the moon Merlyn was returning to Earth from the Dead, in spirit at least.

         How else would he return even if it were not in literary book three of your fiction?

         Good question, Amorella.

         You have been snow shoveling and have a bit more to do on Lewis’ driveway next door. A couple of inches deep but not worth the snow blower. Finish that chore first. – Amorella.

         I wouldn’t call my books literary – just fiction will do.

         After noon. You are resting from your work, a rare event I might add.

         Thanks, Amorella. Forever on the money.

         Mistakes are made, old man. Accidents, perhaps preventable on hindsight, then again, perhaps not. Perfection, as you humans like to call it, is not an option in this universe or any other as far as I am aware. – Amorella.

         I agree wholeheartedly.

         You agree with the concept wholeheartedly. Specifics. Remember one of your favorite professors at Otterbein College (now, Otterbein University) Dr. Harold Hancock, Ph.D. Harvard. “Far better to write too much than too little. Be significantly specific.”

         I loved Dr. Hancock’s sense of humor in presenting knowledge. Wonderful human being. Still missed by me, just like Dr. John Coulter. Hancock was the first person I knew personally who had graduated with a Ph.D. from Harvard. I studied him for that. My desire was to be or at least to appear as intelligent as both men in the classroom. Secret mentors. I wanted so much to be the best teacher I could be. That’s a fact.

         Like me, orndorff, you could and can only work with what you have.

         Ho, ho! More Hancock humor, and it would bring a slight smile to Coulter’s face also.

         Post, boy, but you need not let this thought of your professors go. – Amorella.

         Almost eighteen hundred hours. You are at the Barnes and Noble off Fields-Ertel Road. Carol is looking for a book titled House of Cards and thus use her Christmas early.

         Last night, not being able to sleep, you were thinking in bed and came up with an idea for an ending for the subplot as it were for the marsupial-humanoids leaving a gift somewhere on the Moon.

         It seems quite humorous at the time. If I remember right, the aliens leave the material goodies and a part is a Rosetta Stone of their language. What happens is that after several arduous mistranslations someone gets it right and the message reads: “Welcome to the real world.” 

         I almost laughed outloud at the thought, figuring it would be a good way to end the book from my perspective, because without anything more to imagine and write I would have to fully return to the ‘real world’. Yet, from the humans’ perspective in the book it would be an excellent message, very subtle . . . like: “Look, you people of Earth, there are more positive lines for your consideration for your world than you think or previously imagined.” 

         When first thought, it had more of a personal impact of course. I still like the concept. It is going to be difficult coming up with a conclusion that takes in all the books. I suppose this is a first bubble perking up – such a distance away, the end of book six. I am still not half way through book four. Considerations need to be met for me to carry on the plot.

         Tonal, in the groove thinking, orndorff.

         What is that exactly, Amorella?

         Wavelength. We need to be on the same wavelength. You need to be primed, so to speak, sometimes I provide that, other times, you do. Watching “Outsourced” prompted the Karma Sutra which lead to what is already in your head to be written. These works come from all through your brain and into your mind. Memory documents to be exploited by yourself, but first discovered by me. – Amorella.

         This appears too complicated. To me I am making it up as I go along – the problem with this thinking is that the stories have made sense – when actually they are written without conscious thought. And, each day on the blog appears to have something come up that is unexpected to me. Unconscious thought, no doubt. This material is not random, even the daily blogs don’t seem random to me later. Back to the word, ‘tonal’ – I like the word, it works in this context – a tonal plot rather than a tonal poem.

         This is not important, orndorff. Tomorrow we work on the story first, before the blog, so you feel you have accomplished something. Post. – Good night, old man. – Amorella.