Sunday, mid-morning and it is clear and
autumn bright. You are backing up data and thinking about a nap or at least a rest
before tackling your thirty-minute exercises. Carol is reading over your
insurance plans for 2017 to see what the changes are; you both have read the
paper. – Amorella
1007 hours. We would have to begin raking
leaves today if Tim hadn’t already done it along with mowing the lawn
yesterday. Tim was elected to go to Washington along with the school
superintendent and high school principal to receive the “Blue Ribbon High School
Award” in early November. Very cool. Tim has more years of service than any
other on the high school payroll; he deserves the honor. He and Amy have been
very good next-door neighbors since our arrival in Lakeside subdivision, May
1992. The backup is completed. Time to think about the exercises.
Later, my man. – Amorella
Mid-afternoon.
You had lunch at Smashburgers then drove to Mike’s for a car wash for the
Avalon and now at Kroger’s on Mason-Montgomery before home then out again to
the cemetery or park to read. You have driven the Toyota since 23 September, a
month ago to the day. Even though garaged lots of dust settled during the time.
The first part of the address is on who the Soki is. I am going to write this
book, not you, but your name appears as the author because you are. The
material will come from what you have from your online blog Notes or what’s
otherwise in your head, conscious or unconscious. Do you have a problem with
this? – Amorella
1541 hours. Any exceptions?
In my book there is always a possibility of an
exception, boy. – You are just across from the Whitaker mausoleum in the shade
of a smaller tree as someone has your usual spot. The windows are down and the
top back, a pleasant fall breeze and the rustle of a lot of leaves on the
trees. Carol is on her walk. – Amorella
1618 hours. I can hear the drummers practicing
in the distance – mostly drums and a shout or two. I’m ready if you are. Funny,
I keep thinking I have to go into a trance or something, a ritual, but I don’t
know any.
Orndorff on the manuscript there is no need
for italics unless I ask for it. You have “I am the Soki.” as the first
sentence. This is how I will be addressed with ‘the’ in italics unless I say
otherwise. – Amorella
1623 hours. This is a completely unexpected
change. I always write you in italics.
Relax for a few minutes; you are breaking an
old habit, boy. – Amorella
1625 hours. Italics is one of my rituals,
no doubt, though I haven’t thought of it that way before.
I have not written like this before, but it
is hardly disturbing. – Amorella
1627 hours. Oh, my. Holy crap. I am full of
all kinds of rituals. I know I lean obsessive-compulsive. I line up my pills
everyday, by shape or color and/or kind. I like to read the comics first –
today Carol had them first and was working her Sudoku. I read the paper until
she finished but I did not eat breakfast until I read the comics. Okay, here’s
what it comes down to, how can I distinguish between your words and mine?
(1634) Here comes Carol . . . who is now going to read on Coben’s Fool Me
Once. How about changing the font on the MS?
Change the font size to eighteen and leave
it that way until the MS is complete. – Amorella
1645 hours. I’ve never used font size 18
for drafts or finals in anything other than perhaps on a birthday card. Why are
you doing this, Amorella?
Your basic ‘system’ needs shocked. –
Amorella
1648 hours. I was not ready for this –
Ariel on 18. I’m getting a headache.
Just do it, Orndorff. – Amorella
1652 hours. It doesn’t look as outlandish
as I thought it would. If I am on 12 or 14 I can certainly see the difference.
So, the 18-size font is the new italics. Weird. – Carol is on page 311 of her
book. There is a football game on at St. Susanna, the Elementary/Junior High Catholic
school just on the west side of Muddy Creek; Rose Hill is just on this side,
the Catholic school is at the bottom of the hill. I guess it wasn’t the band,
just drummers to spark the team on to victory. I need to stop for a few minutes
and just enjoy the sun, empty blue sky, trees, grass and stones and a few
walkers. It is that sort of day. (1701)
You are home. Most of the trash for tomorrow
is out, Carol is reading in the family room. - Amorella
1739 hours.
It has really been a beautiful autumn day.
Post. – Amorella
1740 hours. It is disconcerting to continue
the italics on the blog.
1827 hours.
The only thing I can find similar to you Amorella is ‘the still quiet voice’ in
the head – consciousness personified. Is that what Soki is?
Soki is not still nor is ‘he’ ‘the small quiet
voice in this novel. – Amorella
You
had ‘what’s-in-the-refrigerator’ for supper, watched NBC News, the introduction
to last night’s Saturday Night Live and an old “Major Crimes”, one more MC and
the last summer season will be over.
2114 hours. I’m ready to work your address.
Let’s go. – Amorella
2216 hours. I have completed the who as a
draft.
Add and post. – Amorella
** **
Draft 1:
Soki’s Address
I
am the Soki, a being of fortitude
within the casement of humanity like the quiet susurration consciousness people
‘hear within’ from time to time; however, I exist in the unconscious realms. I
am rarely heard and never seen outright. Like the quiet rustle in one’s moral
consciousness, I the Soki whisper best when a person listens closely to
the fine line between what is real and what is not. The unconscious, you see, fine-tunes
consciousness, and this can bring a quick, ever so small wry smile to the
unconscious face; a smile hardly detected by the casual observer of human
nature and sometimes hardly even revealed to one’s conscious self unless one is
quietly listening to what is visually murmuring in the still features on an
outward mirror. The Soki knows one’s
real humanity inside out. This is who I
the Soki am.
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