Notes - working to an introduction / 255 words into Dead 21

         Late mid-morning. You are still a bit out of sorts as well as tired. Later, dude. - Amorella

         Mid-afternoon. You did do your exercises and took a walk with Carol in Rose Hill Cemetery. Doug saw a sign on his friend's Facebook page and felt you needed to read it. You laughed and the words have made your day so far. Here it is.

         1412 hours. I needed to read this after I finding myself in a funk over yesterday's posted Huff-Post article on no UFO's by Eicher. Too much science and not enough romance.

         Mid-afternoon. You had no lunch but you and Carol managed to stop at Graeter's for a kid's cup (each) of black cherry chocolate chip. - Amorella

         I am feeling better but not up to sync. We are in the shade of the hill at the Pine Hill Lakes far north lot. Carol is on page 349 of The Columbus Affair and we have nothing going on this weekend either than I am going with Rich G. and a bunch of fellows (some wives perhaps) from the old Cincinnati Microwave crew to see the new film, Elysium on Sunday afternoon. I asked but Carol is not so interested. Next week Mary Lou's daughter, her husband and two kids are coming to the Columbus area for a week or so. Thus, at least part of the time we will be in Westerville or up at Kim and Paul's. Car-wise, after reading the Motor Trend review of the Honda Accord Standard Hybrid already on the road in Japan we have made up our minds to buy one when they come out in October. I informed our local dealer as well as the one in Marysville of our decision so they don't need to waste any energy selling the car, just providing us a good price and good trade in and good service in the buy. Now, all we need is a color. We can wait on that. No more diversions on what kind of car to buy and when -- that takes some work space off my mind and maybe I can put it to good use in the conclusion of this first volume of Great Merlyn's Ghost. (1549)

         Let's go to Dead 21 and give it a go on the introduction. - Amorella

         1646 hours. We are home. I have had a hundred or so words but the reading level now sets at 87 percent (it was 93). I am making it too complicated.

         Relax, boy. You are leaving me out of the mix. These works cannot be written out of desire for near perfection. The words are a gift to your family, to the Owen and Brennan first. Your 'channeled' humanity is enough. Post, orndorff. - Amorella

         Leftovers for supper while you watched the news. Then later you watched last night's "Motive" and you are thinking about bed. First, however, let's work on that introduction to Dead 21 and straighten that out before sleep. - Amorella

         2138 hours. That's fine with me, Amorella. I had a nap before supper.

         2146 hours. Here's what I have so far and it's nothing like I wrote a few hours ago.

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The Dead 21 first drafting

            Merlyn awoke from stone thinking, the Living do not understand how the Second Rebellion began when it did let alone how it ended, he thought. How do I best explain this to the Living?

            In short order Merlyn had rolled his spectral eyes back into his spectral head to discover he was about to have a discussion with Glevema and Panagiotakis right in his own sanctuary. Within from the door way to his hut Merlyn saw the oak billiard table rise from the stone boulder just as he had risen from the stony sleep of the Dead. Merlyn moved, gaining confidence as he glanced down from the height of the giant oak to the table below to see two balls, each on a cue mark, and an oak cue stick lying on the table green near the white cue ball and on the other cue mark the black 8 ball. Merlyn blinked. I am the stick, Takis is the white and Mother is the 8 ball. The pockets shift. One pocket connects to the heart, another to the soul, and a third to the mind; the other three are random existential nightmares. My cue tip needs to strike old Takis and send him to lightly kiss Mother and send her towards the far right corner. Then, before I ask my question I must strike with the cue ball and drive her into her most focused heartansoulanmind corner of the moment. I can only hope to drive her into heart's pocket for a truthfully honest response.

255 words

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         This is much better but seems too long for a set up. (2235)

         You will see this is better than you expect tomorrow. Post. - Amorella

         I cannot imagine how. There is no way to successfully show the reader the needed information about the beginning and ending of the Second Rebellion. I can imagine he drives the 8 ball into Mother's soul's pocket, not her heart pocket though.

         You suddenly remember Grandma pulled a ghostly spirit from her pocket once. - Amorella

         I do.

         Post, and have a good night's sleep old man. - Amorella