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Here is a collection of ruminations and whatnot.
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November 5, 2020 at 7:13pm
November 5, 2020 at 7:13pm
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| The gremlins were out in force this morning and I had to flee to my bed to escape their hateful thoughts. I couldn't do much today but in the afternoon i awoke and went to write a chapter for KICK. I think it's coming along ok. I have over two hundred pages written. I think that's good. I'm hoping this story will end soon. I'm stuck on a story line that might be somewhat of a twist and it might take more pages to get to a good conclusion. I might still go with it. I think that the story of Lauren Moore is going to take a little more exposition. I want it to be good story and her character should have a good conclusion. I'm raring to get this book off my desk. |
November 5, 2020 at 12:26pm
November 5, 2020 at 12:26pm
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| I had a bad dream this morning while I was trying to escape the gremlins. I dreamed of being in a household where there people there who I didn’t recognize. There was a skinny boy with dark hair there. I think he wanted me to be his new Mum. Then in the bedroom I kept seeing pig a small pig that was growing bigger slowly every time I had a glance at him. So I decided to get rid of this pig in my room. He was on the table in the corner and even the cat hated it I looked for a thick pair of gloves to get rid of the pig but I could only find one of a pair. Then I wanted to get a thick pair of rubber gloves. Then I thought of getting a big sack and stuffing the pig inside it. I couldn’t dream much more because my puppy got on my chest and starting licking my face and I had to wake up reluctantly. I wanted to go back to the dream and get rid of that awful pig. It was orange and had very awful presence. I think this pig symoblized the bad man who has been plaguing me for a while. His name is Churchill. |
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