“By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up, I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up. If I were you I would duck or get struck like lightning, Fighters keep fighting put your lighters up point em skyward, uh” – Eminem

There had been a strange sort of social gathering in front of the courthouse in Spencer the day of my trial, one that had lasted roughly five times as long as the trial itself, which was simply a matter of beginning the plea process. In honesty I thought it would have been harder than it was, while I still had a sickening knot in my stomach signing my name to the papers that would see me plea guilty to the misdemeanor charge that had been tacked on by the grand jury in exchange for the felony being dropped, that knot was still considerably more loose than the one I had walked into the courthouse with before I knew the prosecution was offering any kind of deal at all. Like I had said previously, I will take a loss in battle for the sake of staying in the war itself. There was zero chance of me getting out of anything had I fought the charges for multiple reasons, I had no one fighting that battle on my side really, I was an outsider in a town where my jury would be selected from people who had been hearing my name over the radio during each step of the process. There was simply no way to get out of this ordeal unscathed, luckily I had been spending the whole fucking year learning how to live with getting scathed so I was a little more prepared for damage control than I had been for the fight itself. That social gathering out front of the courthouse consisted of myself, NC and her son, my brother and oldest nephew, and I was surprised though more by his presence than by his being unfashionably late, my father, ( Though in his defense the whole damn thing was over in about ten minutes, and that included my meeting with the probation officer afterward to set an appointment for initial probation interview in case the judge went with it for sentencing. Spoiler alert, he did.)  It was celebration for a about an hour as everyone was introduced and was catching up on various things that had been going on in our lives. It was a gathering of FAMILY, REAL FAMILY both blood and non blood, I had felt better that day than I had in very long time the greatest weight I was lugging around for almost a year had finally been lifted. My brother pulled me aside and was going on and on about my run of Story Time that I had put up in six posts, about how it had spread like wild fire around his house everyone getting in on it waiting for each new part to the story, I decided then that I would go back to it, it actually did represent the first thing that I had actually written through to completion and it just felt like it was not over yet. Something in me was changing and I was starting to realize that just as I had set myself up for the fall, so too had been setting myself up for the comeback and now it was time to push on. We parted ways from the courthouse and upon returning to the farm I remember going upstairs to the studio above the garage I had spent the night before up there, catching up on Arrow because there was no way in Hell sleep was going to happen that night and thinking back almost a year before to the day I was arrested right outside the door on the porch. The worst was over now and I remember crashing on the bed, an actual bed, something I had not really had the luxury of for a long ass time and I got the best few hours of sleep I had, had in well over a year or since for that matter. I returned to the mountain that night an celebrate on that warm Summer evening looking up at the stars and laying out what my next move would be. Over the next couple weeks I would make a return to story time A seven part run this time that was a prequel of sorts to the first run. I would continue writing but more importantly I would spend my time setting things up.

September 1st

Alright all stragglers, you have one week to check out the first draft structure of story time, after that it gets removed from my wall so the real work can start on it. I’m actually gonna have time to do that, soon. Story time will however return soon, this time with a whole new story that will be completely seperate from these last two. I’m liking the per post structure. It is great for mapping out the whole story while leaving plenty of room for plot enhancement when it is time to get serious.

Thank you for the personal reviews, they have helped a lot, 😀 especially one that would compare the story to a national bestselling series…..That’s right I get the last laugh on that one after all. < I had a smart ass buddy make a joke about how they could tell I was Team Jacob because my character and base for BIG CAT turns into a giant black tiger. 😀 This post was in regards to the second story I did in seven parts, which told back story to the first story I did. As I have said these two stories became what I would build on for the upcoming full length novel “The Tale Of The Twin Flames”

September 2nd

Diary of a Vagabond King
THE EPILOGUE
Well, gave everyone an idea of where I am at on a rather spiritual level at this point, but that wasn’t the only tale that needed a happy ending, was it? First off, damn I couldn’t spread that stack well enough to catch it all on this phone. 😀 I know, I know, money isn’t everything, but like another great artist once said ” It’s not about money, it’s about sending a message.” and in this case that message is…. 😀 No one and I mean NO ONE tells a fucking TIGER what to do, or tells them what their value is for that matter…..unless, you know, they’re freakish German tiger whispering, illusionists, but even then, shit happens. I just met with a man earlier today, before the rain could postpone that meeting yet again and I will be starting a second job, and for awhile anyway my paydays double. I never really did get to check much on that other shit I did prior to finding my new spot and well, as you can see, now I don’t really need to, my front door still zips rather than locks, but that will soon change as well. Friday I go back to Spencer, one more time to find out what(SMACK) 😀 my slap on the wrist for what bullshit that managed to actually stick will be. This is the end of the vagabond king, because by the time I get the itch or the time to give you an update, I will no longer BE a vagabond. She was right, once I make it to the end of this road I will no longer have any reasons to doubt myself. There is still no going back for me though, the hard cold fact remains that for somethings there can be no redemption. LOL like a hobbit, I can go there and back again, but shit just won’t be the same. I don’t fancy the idea of hanging around an area with too many people that I will never be able to look at the same way after knowing how easily I can be discarded in the face of SIMPLY being an inconvenience to the shit they find soooo important. Just as I know, that they will never be able to look at me the same way again, not after finding out that, the quiet one, the tall, dark and brooding one, that shows a sweet side, even though he has to silently fight his inner demons, has a rather vile and soulless side and that side just won’t let them skate with the bullshit. Far better to just start over somewhere new when it’s all said and done. Let me just wrap this up by saying, I’m all good, I was always going to be, because I am far too fucking stubborn to be anything but, no matter what gets thrown at me. LOL in a few days time I will activate the magic card GRACEFUL CHARITY. That will begin the next phase beyond JUST surviving. Yes that was a metaphor. 😀 Till next time. 

Comments:

TCH: Rest in peace to the Vagabond King. Happy he didn’t die, but Evolved. I know you would never choose to relive this chapter of your life but maybe it was essential to your “metamorphosis”. Blessings to you on your journey.

Shayne: Yeah God knows, I don’t think I can handle this shit AGAIN when I’m 55. 😀

CL: Lol I sure hope not little brother

September 4th

😀 The Device!!!! I now have a farrrr better tool than this DAMN PHONE, uuuggghhh, now if only I can remember how to use one of these fucking things. < It was time to invest in the future so I took part of that knot and got a lap top for ease of use, now I was about to get serious.

I thought it might take me a couple more days than it did to become a little more batman like with the gadgets, first things first, i’m gonna make an ass out of myself (Heh, heh, I know nothing new right?) and assume everyone is caught up completely on story time. As in I’m pulling that shit, now that I actually can commit to the real work to be done to it. 😀 And yes, I am well aware of the grammar issues, it’s just on Face Book I don’t tend to give a fuck about such things, but hey at least I don’t falter when it comes to NOT using that damn text jargon like: sihdgeorhgweuh, You know what that means? Not a damn thing, just like the rest of that shit. LOL

September 6th

Holy Shit! I just converted both runs of story time into a Word document, it totaled 14,430 words and took up 19 pages and that was without proper spacing. I did that…..on a fucking phone.

September 7th

Fucking insomnia, oh well, with my first story tucked safely away on my lap top, ready for extensions and revisions, I think it’s time to roll some more dough while that bun is in the oven. 😀 Story Time is up next kids, with the opening chapter of an all new story. This ones different, first off it is total fabrication, you will find neither Natasha nor me in this tale, however think of it as being in the same universe. Remember when Natasha warned that she wasn’t all there was in the other realm? YESSSSS where before I gave you the heartfelt light of inspiration, I return now….to the dark side. In this story you will meet the polar opposite of the guardians and guides… the tricksters. 😀 Yes THIS is a horror story, one that shows us a small piece of what lurks in the dark corners of places better left to those with guidance.

September 8th

Finally got to take the weed eater to the hill. Oh picture two is reverse angle, I can’t remember if I ever showed you my humble abode, that red folding chair to the left 😀 that’s the throne of the king of the mountain, Big Cat. It is also my DJ booth for jukebox night my writing chair and my meditation chamber. That vehicle parked in the background, that’s my job and gas station shuttle.

September 11th

I love my early morning visitors, though last night Pepe broke the line of the no skunk zone.

September 12th

Another story now converted to Word and locked away. This one stood at 10 pages, 7333 words. That last one will see publication first as it is meant to be a short story. The first two runs as you know combine, but there is still a lot of information that needs filled in along with the revisions.

So, while I work on the revisions for the last story, We are going to switch gears here with story time. Your next story is a bit of fan fiction, in other words, just for shits and giggles and to keep my flow going while I get that last piece ready to make it’s acquaintance with a much larger audience. < That was my third short story in right at a month, and it was now ready to be edited, though I would find that there is a practice issue involved where formatting for e books were concerned. I would continue on my tear with a bit of fan fiction that I will not name at this time but I will make available when it is finished as it is that may be some time off considering I have a lot of other work to do.

September 15th

That was fucked up yo. Have you ever had a dream that you were in the middle of nowhere, dozing off in a car, when suddenly someone you can’t see starts knocking at the driver side window? Only to wake up in a vehicle, in the middle of nowhere, wondering if someone had creeped up here and was fucking with you. Damn, there went my one good hours sleep.

Comments:

NC: Yikes. Those dreams do rattle the brain. Jot it down for future use in your writing.

September 19th

Damn yo, this little gangster just parked right behind me, stuck his fuzzy head out the window and asked. “What da fuck are you gonna do about it?”

September 22nd

😀  Big Cat approves of this message. LOL

September 25th

Alright someone plant a boot firmly in my ass. Katy Perry was one thing, she’s cool, but when I’m taking on Demi Lovato and Ariana Grande JUST because Google Play is giving it away for free…….just fucking shoot me already. < By now you no doubt notice that this month had a completely different vibe to it. Fun at times, I was mainly busy as fuck with my writing. I had something to focus on again, and the tools needed to focus on it with no real distractions……yet the worst distraction would come later when a trusted member of the 37 went rogue on my ass, causing the beast to come forth again. Already tired and jaded but riding a serious vibe for my comeback, that was an interruption and loss that would damn near take me out, a fact that would make me far meaner than I had been with the previous batch. I still push on, that’s life, no matter how sick of it you get, some things are minor and forgivable, some things make you wish certain people would just fucking hang themselves by the cheap dog collars they wear because they would be doing the world a fucking favor if they did. You still can’t let anything stop you from moving forward, not when it’s the mission that matters most. For me there will be time enough to rest when I decide to finally enact the Ben Kenobi Initiative. 😀

September 28th

In about two days, I should/will be sharing something with you from the Amazon web store. That being my first published work. The Calibre program is thankfully really easy to use, except for a couple spots that, well lets face it, it doesn’t look like much but when it comes to formatting it’s the little things that look easy to fix that causes you to throw a fucking temper tantrum and rip your damn hair out. It’s nothing major and honestly my ebook STILL looks pretty damn awesome. in the Kindle format my little story that had fewer parts than either of the ones before it, is 45 pages long. I am right now installing the bad ass paint shop pro so that I can design a cover for it. Pretty sure I can finish that shit up tomorrow, normally it only takes a few hours, for the publication to hit the online stores, but it can take days, we’ll see, but that’s your update.  < Another issue I had was learning what I needed, how to use it and ofcourse much later how the fuck to find the time and all the best ways to promote your own shit.

September 30th

This is what my snazzy ass looking book cover I designed looks like.

Comments:

DM: That’s your picture with face paint like The Crow, right? Bevel and emboss on Photoshop?

 < This was the picture that he was referring to.

Shayne: Damn you’re good son. There was a little more to it than that. I erased certain features like the eyes and mouth painted them in then used the warp brush to the brows and mouth to make the fangs. I think I might have used the (maybe pencil art effect, can’t remember my damn brain is fried from fighting with the format all day.) And that is 35 year old aged newspaper I used to get the coloring. I actually used Paintshop Pro X7, I have to check to see if I got the name right.

SH: Very cool!

DM: I’m a self taught professional. I can spot most Photoshop tools and vaguely know what the original was if I’d seen it before. Still a cool outcome though. I like it.

Shayne:  I was gonna get someone to do the art from fiver, but ran short on time because I wanted to get the damn thing published going into October, being a horror story and all. 😀 I just took what I had available and played with it. I’m hoping in the future to have better covers, I might even go back through at some point later on and change the cover to this one, when my other stuff in the series starts coming out, to make it all more uniform.

Such a small thing, though not when you consider everything that had to happen just to get me to that point where that small thing had gotten accomplished. In fact you might call it a crowning achievement and it wasn’t just the story, it was the entire change in persona that allowed me to go from being the person who could not even get one thing written through to it’s completion, but three in one month. I will close this entry out in the same fashion that I started it.

“Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn’t cause he had buzzards circlin’ around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
That this ain’t some bullshit
People don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known that from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9″ but I feel like I’m 6’8″! ” – Eminem