Things in my world continue to be exciting. Night before last the ceiling in the bathroom started to leak water, it came out of the light and the sheet rock feel making a mess in there. Text to Fanny to tell her that it had happened, and I was telling the landlord. Her response: Make sure the bed is made. Only a woman would think of that.
Joking with a friend in Wadsworth, Nevada, USA and Debby my lady friend and wife of Terry who also is one I admire in this world. I ask if I could use their name in a book I wanted to write. She laughed and said yes and gave me her maiden name which I am using in the book. βThe Love Triangleβ, about halfway into the book the ceiling is falling in the bathroom, my publishing company, Gatekeepers is sending me pictures and corrections for books I have sent in for publishing, Checkmate and The Ghost of the Coffin. I am not wanting to stop writing I am having more fun than a clown on a mary go around. Why must I stop to do this things that was yesterdayβs work, I am not interested in problems hell I have a story going and I can hardly wait to put it in print.
If God wanted me to do all this at once why didnβt he give me two heads? I found one and it only has half, if I find the other one, I will write about that to. I think the one I found is the wrong one, the other one had the brains.
Good thing about lack of knowledge is, I do not miss the other head, because it didnβt work to well anyway, of course I can only remember the ice cream and cake, the plate is not necessary to remember anyway. Like my fighting days I can remember hitting the other guy but forgot the pain of him hitting me.Β I think the memory is selective because I donβt want to remember the stink I chose to remember the roses.
Anyway, I am writing a book, and I can hardly wait to see the end. So, I will get back to that and say adios to all of you mushrooms that are in my closet.
A messenger,
Verl K.