*Lightbuulb*

Here we go again, another idea in the billions of ideas I have just to stop myself being HERE and get to THERE. Where’s there you might ask? There is an idea that works, there is dividends and ambitions realised, there is no freaking out about my ever expanding streak of grey in my hair!

The truth is I need the distraction and not just any distraction but a distraction that works, a distraction that profits. Sooner or later my muse has to be beyond a coping mechanism and a self-soothing tactic.

I started this blog to berate the writing process, beyond poetry some years back the lust for it has dwindled. The purchase of your time for the sake of a book idea will never be reimbursed, I’ve tried two manuscripts:

One – Was a horror story based on real personal trauma, the characters are real people and my hate for them is still present. Apparently that’s a no-no, I was so enraged by their betrayal that I could not write, I could not continue the story. I was flabbergasted and a little disturbed by this new writing experience that in all my years of scribbling had never happened to me before

Two – Was the aborted attempt of a comedy based on narcissistic abuse and a failing marriage, no it was not about a narcissistic husband

So yeah, I’m back to the drawing board, trying to ignore a story idea in my head about significant events that have an air of history repeating about them. But if I went the path I did with my False Providence Novel there’s nothing to gain but time and the Nevada desert that is the KENP timeline. I’ve recently discovered such things aren’t so exclusive to me so that’s something.

We must become mercenary again, writing must get back to the stepping stone roots of pay per post, pay per short story. Amazon was named after the jungle & all of us scribes are lost there and soon enough, people will go elsewhere. Or perhaps as a species The Scribe will just go extinct, annihilated by the AI chat meteor, but before that happens I will enjoy my imagination canvassed by AI art. I hope to profit by such imaginings, famous last words…In fact I more or less said that about writing nearly twenty years ago.

I have wealth only in the brief life experience in America, the only possessions I have left of that time are memories and the sole band of gold I have on my left hand. It’s been ten years last week…You wouldn’t really know it.

Wish me luck…