Almost noon. The cat is sitting on your chest and right arm in such a way that you can still type while she searches for birds and squirrels outside the front window. She sits toasty warm and white whiskered in her black and variations of white coat, with paws tucked under and black tail body wrapped for added comfort. A softly furred short-haired cat with wonderfully green eyes and pink nose. She has the disposition of a caring though independent and clever companion who willingly accepts her in house circumstance.
You noticed in the paper that ‘V’ returns tonight. Enemy aliens. You wonder on the credence of a more civilized fictional alien in the media world that surrounds.
We most always seem to prefer an enemy alien with help from within (good aliens). It does make for a good story for some like myself who enjoy science fiction. And, this summer a new movie titled ‘Cowboys and Aliens’ or the other way around. Looks like a fun summer flick. Humans like to feel they are not alone in the universe, and as such, perhaps we are not. I still prefer the old classic, Clarke’s Childhood’s End. Mostly the problem is that we do not trust ourselves as a species because we have witnessed good reasons for this distrust. Power corrupts, no question about it in my mind. Yet, how to have a civilization without the corrupting influence appears impossible. The want of power is in our nature. I shook it off as a poison for this reason. I do care about my friends and family and the human species also but I am not sure why. I don’t care about a lot of things mostly because I don’t deem them that important in the long run. No excuses though. Life is what it is. You survive, then you don’t. Everyone pays the ferryman.
Not what I expected, orndorff, not in reading you inside out. I don’t think you’d care if you died in the next minute.
Well, every minute is like that to me. Somebody’s going to die in the next minute or so. Overall, I have had a very good life. What’s to complain?
What have you learned?
That is a very good question.
Post. – Amorella.
Panera/Chipotle for a late lunch. Presently in the Kroger’s lot on Tylersville. Stop at the post office and bank on the way home. You did take kitchen photos for your eventual shopping for countertops and backsplash. And, you are wondering about scene two. Let’s go to the two women, Kassandra and Sophia.
I don’t remember what Kassandra was doing the night before.
Go check it out.
I forgot Kassandra was in bed with Thales in scene 9, chapter 6. In scene 12 Agathia is with Aeneas. Then scene 13 with Sophia and Salamon. My goodness. So much sex. I didn’t realize the whole chapter was full of it.
Without a bit of lust, orndorff.
Amazing. No one will see this, Amorella. All this material. Few are going to wade so deeply into a fictional set of works.
No one needs to, old man. These notes are your mirror, not the readers, but they are and will be net sharable for those who may be interested. I’m making you glass for your own good.
Just like being in an incubator.
In a sense, yes. – Amorella.
Maybe a percolator instead.
May be.
It really doesn’t bother me. I can’t hide anything from you so why hide anything from anyone else.
You are allowed your privacy, you are allowed your dignity. This is following the rules of the books, no less should be expected from the legal author. You have always allowed your characters free will and a sense of personal dignity. Tit for tat as they say.
For authenticity I can accept that.
You chose to have no choice, boy. Post. – Amorella.
This is true. I chose to write these books and I want to complete them. After that, I would like to clean up the grammatical and clarity errors. Writing, for me, is a flawed art form. I will correct them and republish them myself so that I might be able to leave a better edited bound set for my grandchild or grandchildren as well as for any friends who would be interested. Our species is always correcting errors, it appears as natural as making them in the first place.
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