Writing start: 10:44 AM.
Finish: 2:10 PM.
Total new words: 1300
Edited (est.): 2600
1. Book Two of Angel: Off until Saturday
Notes: I think I'll get working on the trigger warnings this afternoon, after I post this blog.
2. Failure: Read-through
Notes: This story, as amazingly difficult as it has been to write--and as difficult as it promises to be yet--is so worth the trouble. Future readers will get an excellent take on the Revolution from a boat in the Revolution.
3. Book Three Melody: 500 new words
Notes: Writing about total evil isn't nearly as difficult as it seems. These days, the examples of total evil are all around us, from Trump to Putin to the NRA to Alex Jones to evangelical Christians who support Trump to Twitter and Facebook covering up their part in giving Trump the White House. Those who don't like the word "evil," condemning it as "medieval," are exactly those people who feed evil precisely what it wants.
4. Watson: 400 new words
Notes: I have found this story's moral center. That was pretty tough all on its own. Gleaning the details from there, while challenging, have since been "greased" by my discovery.
5. Book Two Cheapery St.: 400 new words
Notes: The chapter is finished! Yay! Now come six primary edits, and I can give it to Kye! It's a good chapter. Lots of humor.
6. Dread Pirate Roberts (2): Off
7. Slum: Read-through
8. T-Bag (new fan-fiction from Prison Break): Off
Extra note: Sometimes you learn positive things from bad people.
Example: I tutored a girl back in San Diego--Coronado, to be exact, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods on the planet. Her father was a hateful, bigoted pig, one who reveled in his fundamentalist Christianity to push his Christo-fascistic worldview on others. One night, after I'd concluded tutoring his daughter, he decided to open up about his son, who had moved out and was apparently "a lost sheep."
"I don't understand him," the pig complained. "He wants to do things his own way. I've tried to teach him about earning his daily victory."
"What's that?" I asked, trying to sound interested.
He smiled, eager to preach to the Great Unwashed, of which, I'm certain, he considered me. (I was fired soon after.) "It's doing the small daily things necessary to reach greatness in life. Do those, do them consistently and every single day, and you will reach greatness."
He dismissed me at the home's enormous double doors. I walked out into the night. I didn't plan to remember anything he'd just said.
But I did.
It's been thirteen years since that conversation, and you know what? The pig was right. Now what you think is greatness and what I think is greatness are almost certainly two different things. Your definition almost certainly includes, if not completely centers on, popularity, fame, and cash. Mine doesn't.
I'm very glad I began these Pierwalker Logs. They have been most instructive and enlightening as they chart my daily victories.