Your doctor visit went okay though you have
a slight rise in your A1c. You told Dr. B. that you would take your blood sugar
three times a day instead of once although she wants you to vary the times. You
told her it is easier to be methodical than try to remember to take it a two
variable times.
You
stopped to see Kim and Paul’s house construction before stopping in
Westerville. Kim could come and meet you so she did. The first floor walls are
mostly up and carpenters were working. You dropped Carol off at Mary Lou’s then
drove over to Cathy and Tod’s and visited for an hour or so before heading
uptown. A lot of people showed up for the Class supper and everyone appeared to
have a good time. Bill M. and Fritz M. did not make it however. You sat near
the end near Jean, Shirley, Ruth Ann and Darrel. You and Jean forgot your
cameras but she took photos with your iPhone. You picked up Carol at eight and
the drives up and back were uneventful.
Liz
S. of Publish Green had looked at the blog and says she is interesting in
knowing more about your work. You appreciated the fact that she had actually
checked the blog and told her you would get back with her today to tell her
more about the project and you have no idea of how to express this to her
because ‘selling’ the project is not in your interest. She says it appears that
you have a compilation of short stories and it has never struck you that is the
case. You need to accept the fact that
people will not and do not view the work in the same way you do. – Amorella
0954
hours. I do, Amorella. No one has ever said the project appears to be a
compilation of short stories, but I can see that it does. It made me feel good
because I immediately thought of one of my literary heroes Geoffrey Chaucer and
his Canterbury Tales. “Grandma’s Stories” are mostly short stories at least in
book one, but the others are as vignettes. The project is the three Merlyn
books redone. That is what it is. What else can I say and be truthful about it?
You have written the letter and sent it.
Post it here so you won’t forget what you said. – Amorella
1106
hours. This is a surprise. I wanted help but just wrote it anyway. I see it is
not so well done but she will at least have a better idea than she had earlier.
I cannot believe I wrote this myself.
Add
and post. - Amorella
** **
[Liz]
[Liz]
This is what I posted on my
FB page 1 March 14:
My newly reconstructed
Great Merlyn’s Ghost: One has four story segments per chapter for twenty-one
chapters. In essence the reconstruction accomplishes the same story, Braided
Dreams, of 166,328 words in the same twenty-one chapters with a twenty-five
percent story addition in only 67,501 words. Now is time to run a real paper
draft for final proofing. The ebook will soon be available for free for 90 days
in appreciation for those who bought the first softbound paper edition of Braided
Dreams. Running Through and Merlyn’s Mind will also be transformed to more in
less. After the last two books are fully ‘refurbished’ I will make the three
books each available in a softbound paper edition.
*****
The main character is Merlyn. He is a dead man living in
the character of Richard Greystone a twin in "The Brothers"
chapter segments. Merlyn explains how the 'spirit' is after life in "The
Dead" chapter segments. Grandma's Stories ties in the ancestors of Richard
Greystone and his wife's family. Essentially our human family. Meryln also has
a future-like dream based on the Recent Second Rebellion of the Dead (the
reason why he returns to Earth in the manner he does. This dream includes
earthlings meeting our alien counterparts with hearts and souls and minds - the
marsupial humanoids whose dead are now with the earth dead, i.e. the Dead have
a message for the living both marsupial humanoids and Homo Sapiens.
The point is that originally I wanted to tell a story as if I
were dead and an angel says, "Who are you and what story do you have to
tell about yourself and life?" The three Merlyn books are my story I am
telling to a make believe angel while I am alive to be better prepared were I
asked to tell a story. If there are no angels in real life then I will have
told a story anyway and though the story is fiction it is told with heart and
soul and mind (my own). The intention I have is to share the story not sell it.
The authenticity of the books constructions is not built on selling it can only
be built on sharing as one is telling this to an angel. The stories, I assure
you, are built authentically in this nature. You can witness this in the
develop of the stories in notes and blog. I do not need money. I don't need
much of anything. I am just writing a 'good' story, one fit for an angel to
hear first.
There you have it. I feel the words when they are transcribed to
the keyboard. Part of this is because I put myself in a light trance in order
to write 'automatically'. The words are constructed in the unconscious mind
where I assume they come from the part of me that people would call one's heart
and soul and mind (together as a unit). My inner writer, Amorella, pulls the
stories from my imagination and a lifetime of reading good literature and bad.
She is an interesting helper and I have made her my imaginary angel. She will
not allow me to write on the stories unless they are authentic to my purpose.
She also says she will not help if I do not share the works construction on the
blog. This keeps me in check. It keeps me honest. If I am not honest in this
endeavor I am not authentic. This is the way one writes good fiction. In my
mind, this is the way Melville wrote Moby Dick. A story that tells a truth even
though it is partially fiction.
Thank you for listening. I am still working on the final of the
first book and it should be done within a month or two. I am under no pressure.
I write when the spirit moves me, so to speak. I love life and believe, even
though I am an agnostic at heart, that it may be possible for the spirit to
survive physical death. The books make a construction. I write in imagination
with reason.
Take care, and have a good day.
With regards,
Rich O
** **
1522 hours. We had a late lunch at
Panera/Chipotle, then a Graeters, then a very windy walk in Pine Hill Lakes
Park. My legs tensed up to the point of a nearly completed Charlie horse as I
entered the path through the two lakes. Carol went on and I turned back. I felt
it again nearing the car. I can’t hold on to the cane correctly because the
operation will not allow me to hold either hand down to ‘cup’ the cane because
of body weight. I enjoy the fresh air though – the winds must be gusting into
the 40 mph range. Flags stand straight out and this time of the year there
isn’t much cover. Even the Accord rocks in the wind gusts just setting here. We
need to be putting at least five to seven thousand miles a year on this car,
maybe more. If we had a windfall I’d buy another hybrid, even a used one but
Carol wouldn’t have it. No used cars.
Carol returned and you drove to the far
southeast of parking; she took some Kroger bags and the ‘pick upper’ stick to
acquire more trash for the cans. She did this on her last walk (Wednesday) too.
– Amorella
1538 hours. I think I would wait and get the
next Prius generation, the 2015 model, probably a hybrid, then that would do us
for the rest of our driving lives. That way we would be using both cars more
reasonably. I like the hybrid driving style. I feel good using less gas and
saving money at the same time. Ever since my 1965 VW Beetle it has been saving
gas money. Frugality on the roadways! I love to hear the ‘clicks’ and ‘whines’
on the hybrid. Lots of technology at work. Thousands of calculations per second
set to make the machinery more efficient. Just the idea of it pumps me up.
You are thinking about this because it is
more fun
to think about than working on the final draft. Writing that letter today has
brought a psychological shock to your system and it makes you uncomfortable. –
Amorella
1546 hours. I like being invisible. I would hope
my letter makes that clear.
We will adapt that letter if someone else
shows the slightest interest. – Amorella
No one else in the business has in all these
years. That’s the way I like it. I can see my name on several pages when I
Google it, that’s enough, just to know it’s out there. That’s enough
recognition for me. This is a pleasant way to conclude one’s life – “He was a
teacher of English, a poet, and a short story writer and a novelist.” That’s pretty good for the likes of
someone like myself who still cannot do mathematics well; someone whose parents
felt he did not have the wherewithal to finish high school. That’s pretty good.
In some ways my parents were correct. I didn’t have much gumption in high
school and my favorite words were “I don’t care.” I did think about trade
school when they talked about it. My friend, Eddie H. who was a couple years
older and who lived across the street in Minerva Park went to trade school at
Columbus Central. He learned lots of stuff and I admired him for his abilities.
Plus, he was a nice guy to be around. One of the problems for the electric
things he did was that he had to use mathematics, amperes and the like.
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