Notes - Hunter's Moon / practical approach / Preface draft 1

       Mid-morning. Carol got you up to see the bright Hunter’s Moon again while it was still up about forty degrees above the horizon. You are sitting in the bedroom with the shade up high so to catch the remaining few rays hitting the bookcase on the north wall. – Amorella

       0925 hours. The sun is hitting a couple Steve Berry novels plus A Soft Place to Land, and on the shelf below, The Body Farm, three Patricia Cornwell novels and Bill Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything among a few others I cannot read from here. – I’m tired and ready for a short nap before exercises.

       You had a nap and completed your thirty minutes exercises for the day. During October you have been back on a schedule though it is four days a week rather than five. – Amorella

       1058 hours. I should probably go back to five but four is okay for now. At least I am more regular than I was in September.  – I just read over yesterday’s blog posting. My word/thoughts mostly lose their flavor after a day. Still, these are my stories, my characters.

       You would be more accurate to change your last sentence to: “Still, these are my characters, my stories.” – Amorella

       1135 hours. My characters are my internal imaginary friends.

       Not exactly. – Amorella

       1137 hours. I don’t get it then.

       When you feel creatively, toy with combining book one, chapter one segments of “Pouch” and “Dead” keeping Soki in mind with “Dead” and see what happens. – Amorella

       1139 hours. That’s a practical approach easy enough to set up. I’ll keep it in mind.

       Post. - Amorella

       You stopped at the cemetery and worked on a Preface while Carol took her walk, this is after a very late lunch at Pieta Street Italian. You took a needed nap on the living room floor then you and Carol watched NBC News; then “Elementary” and “Madam Secretary” from last night. Drop in your first draft of the Preface for D’s Pouch. – Amorella

       2133 hours. The saving grace in beginning this piece is that I like Diplomat. We both share a sense of humor, so her story will have a lighter slant, or so it seems to me. I’ll give it a try; three chapters worth.

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Preface – 1st draft – D’sP

         My name is Diplomat. My mother is Pyl Williams-Burroughs whose brother is my Uncle Blake. My father is Yermey Altstadt, an older, dear friend of the family. We live together with my Aunt Friendly, Uncle/Father Yermey, Aunt/Mother Pyl and Uncle Justin We are quite satisfied with this arrangement. Uncle Blake also provided an accidental service that became major contribution in my unique conception. I am family with aunt/mothers and uncle/fathers, that’s how I see it. Besides being surrounded by total family love and a full home education, I am the unique child bond among these adults. This family and a few close friends of theirs are the reason I exist. This is, as my Uncle Blake has put it many times, “We are a most cool, most awesome private family.” I am a twelve-year old science experiment like no other. Until a couple of years ago we lived near the north side of Chicago and also just north of Shaker Heights in Cleveland pretty much at the same time. Now we live incognito. This book will show the reasons.

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       2141 hours. I’m still tinkering with the last couple of lines here. Diplomat is a delightful character. I hope I can do her justice. At least this is how I’m going into this.

       Agreed. Post. - Amorella