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When It Doesn’t Make Sense, Follow the $$$

Probably the most memorable thing I learned from my birth father, who was a US Navy SEAL who served many tours of duty in Vietnam — including, and probably most importantly, during the fall of Saigon — was his advice to me one morning, when we were sitting at his kitchen table, drinking coffee:

“When something doesn’t make sense, but it keeps on happening, someone is getting rich off of it.”

He told me this 31 years ago. It’s uncanny, how many times I have had cause to remember that piece of advice over the years, especially when I lived in NYC, and how so many seemingly inexplicable things would then suddenly make sense.

Last evening, I was driving out on Highway 16 in the dark; safe in the peaceful foothills of Appalachia here in Muskingum County, and I was trying to make sense of why on Earth the Governor of our State declared such a strange C* VID curfew yesterday.

We are only allowed out between 6am to 10pm — except of course if we need to run an errand of some kind.

I’m serious, okay? If you really, really think about it, that is a really weird sort of curfew: You must stay in, unless you have to go out.

(To be serious, though: he is closing bars and restaurants early without saying that he’s closing bars and restaurants early.)

At first, I was thinking, well he’s probably trying to keep the Republicans happy by not making it a real curfew, and also trying to keep the Leftists happy by pretending this will somehow keep us safe from the alleged C* VID upsurge…

(Yes, that virus for which we now have 2 highly effective vaccines as well as therapeutics that will likely cure you if you have to go to the hospital.) (Yes, that terrifying virus…) (At this point, you’re probably more afraid of getting shingles if you’ve once had the chicken pox.)

Anyway.

As I thought about the predicament the Governor must be in — he is a Republican Governor who has been very pro- Tr**p throughout his Administration, however we did have our fair share of extremely expensive and destructive riots in our larger cities this past summer; it made me then think of Operation C* VID Panic, which is in full swing now, all over the world  (a fake panic, IMO, that is engineered to attempt to control us through fear and distract us from the mounting allegations of v* ter fra*d and a S*cial* st takeover).

And I thought, if this is indeed a fake panic, and the Governor is indeed a loyal Republican, why is he behaving like this? Doing something that doesn’t really make sense?

I tried going the route of following the money, which led me to think about the violence that is expected to happen when they announce Tr**p won by a landslide and that the v*te was r*gged.

And then suddenly I wondered if the weird curfew is designed to keep as many people off the streets as possible when/if the violence they are predicting does indeed break out. (Remember: They come by night.)

It would suddenly cause everything to make sense, right?

Well, I guess we’ll just see.

However, I am also noticing that gasoline prices are once again plummeting, and my utility bills are much lower than they’ve ever been, especially for this colder weather, where the furnace needs to be on, 24/7, and more lights are on because it gets dark earlier.

And I thought: now, that is very interesting, isn’t it? (Meaning, Tr**p’s plan to keep resources and workers located here in the US to make things more affordable here…)

Last evening, I listened to Bongino’s show on rumble — by the way, my prayers go out to him today as he begins chemotherapy.  And his show is a great emotional release to me these days, because he not only gives you the facts you won’t find in the mainstream, but he is also funny and it feels really, really good to laugh right now.  (Even at myself, because the way he makes fun of Liberals is really funny.)

However, this morning, I listened to both of the X*2 R*p*rts, and even while they bring good news overall, it is still really, really disturbing to hear about what is at play, here. (And it affects the entire world, frankly.)

And when I was done listening, it was still dark out and I stood at my bedroom window, taking in all this disturbing information while looking out at the peaceful street in this tiny little village, tucked safely in the rural foothills of the Hinterlands. And it was kind of frightening, to be a 60 year-old woman, alone in the world with some cats. And yet thinking about how impossible it is for me to not always try to fight for the Constitution in whatever way I can. I’ve been like this my whole life — I’m 100% pro-Constitution.

And I thought, well, I’m an illegitimate daughter of a Navy SEAL, and an officially unrecognized Daughter of the American Revolution. I guess it’s just in my blood to fight for this stuff.

I know what there is to be afraid of in the world. I’ve already been  raped several times, I’ve been beaten, robbed, had my life savings gambled away by someone I loved, and all the people I thought I trusted at various times in my life, did not have my back — and it was the unexpected strangers who were actually  there for me instead.

And I’ve been involved with the Mob and I know they’re scary. And I’ve been involved with the hardcore porn producers and I know that most of them had true hearts of gold. And I’ve come up against the Federal Government wanting to seriously curtail my right to free speech by threatening me with prison and that was fucking scary.

All of it has been fucking scary. Life outside one’s comfort zone can get truly fucking scary. But I survived all of that. It often killed my bank account, but oh well.

And yet what we are up against now — the scope of it — is scarier than anything I’ve lived through so far. Because I honestly did not believe it could ever come to America. I honestly didn’t.

But, fear or not, I will just keep f*ghting, at least to help get information out there.

Okay.

Don’t forget that Nick Cave’s album, Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace comes out this Friday!!

And Cave Things also released some really pretty Nick Cave-designed prayer cards yesterday. They are each £4 plus shipping. (That price sounds very reasonable by usual Cave Things standards. However, when you consider that prayer cards are usually free at funerals, well, hmmmm….) Anyway!!! They are pretty. Here’s one:

I leave you with the official blurbs from my two upcoming works of new erotica, which will be published later this month by Black Lotus Books. These are intended for adults only, so don’t read them if you’re easily offended by graphic sex. Thanks.

Cover art for my new erotic short story, coming in November from Black Lotus Books

“Half-Moon Bride” by Marilyn Jaye Lewis

A young woman discovers that she is a half-moon futanari –that she takes on the genitals of a man at every full moon, becoming a hermaphrodite for 24 hours. On the same day, she also learns she is intended to be the bride of the mysterious Oracle who lives in the palace in the mountains. The Oracle is a full-package futanari of astonishing proportions. Together, as they are both half-man, half-woman while the moon is full, they experience a wedding night of extreme sex that stretches the little half-moon bride to her limits, and then beyond them, when her virginity is repeatedly taken by the Oracle in more ways than she could have ever imagined. A love story of extremes and questionable consent throughout; “Half-Moon Bride” will make you squirm and leave you breathless.

1954 Powder Blue Pickup by Marilyn Jaye Lewis

A young man with a pickup truck in 1950s America, navigates the strict sexual morals of the era by introducing a pretty, unmarried virgin to the true joys of anal sex – meaning that, technically, backdoor sex saves her virginity for her wedding night and that no one will ever be the wiser. The two agree to embark on an affair of unbridled licentious behavior, with no strings attached, in the privacy of his pickup truck, out on the edge of town. However, neither of them is prepared for just how well suited they are to each other’s carnal appetites, as the young woman is introduced to more and more sexual surprises. Extreme anal, oral, three-ways, and gangbangs overtake their growing attraction to one another, until they are each forced to admit that they’ve crossed over a line they can’t come back from without each other. 1954 Powder Blue Pickup is a love story that explores the hidden world of women’s unapologetic desires. Extreme anal, extreme gangbangs, and questionable consent throughout – not for the feint of heart.

All righty!! Thanks for visiting, gang. Have a good Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. I leave you with Tom Petty & Mudcrutch. And a few videos below that!! I love you guys. See ya!

“Scare Easy”

My love’s an ocean
You better not cross it
Yeah I’ve been the distance
And I need some rest
Yeah I had somebody once
And damn if I lost her
I’ve been running
Like a man possessed

I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

Yeah, I am a loser
At the top of my game
I should have known
To keep an eye on you
Now I got a sky
That ain’t never the same
Yeah, I got a dream
That don’t ever come true

I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

Sun going down
On a canyon wall
I got a soul
That ain’t never been blessed
Yeah and I’m a shadow
At the back of the hall
Yeah, I got a sin
I ain’t never confessed

And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

© 2008 Tom Petty

The link below will take you to a MUST-SEE video!!

https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/tucker-carlson-coronavirus-pandemic-lockdowns-great-reset

Oops! We Might have Been A Little Pre-Occupied!

My new publisher emailed me yesterday, wondering where the book blurbs were for my new erotic (very long) short story, “Half-Moon Bride,” and my erotic novella, 1954 Powder Blue Pickup. Both of which are being published later this month.

Please consult your calendars and note that it is already November 17th…. !!!

It almost seems like I totally forgot because I’ve been way too involved in being a d*g*tal soldier in the ongoing attempted coup d’etat!!

Ooops!!!

So I gotta get those blurbs written here this morning, ASAP, before the editors get to their desks.

And, also, please, gang — don’t forget that the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones, happens this coming Sunday evening (7pm Eastern Time). You can RSVP to receive the link to the streaming event — it is ALL FREE!!

Okay, so was there news yesterday, or what? Man. I could hardly take it all in.

If you’re new to the conversation, or just now realizing that the US is in the midst of a floundering coup, the best advise anyone can give or receive right now is to stay away from mainstream media.

This is information warfare, of the worst kind — blatant lies are being generated. Seek sources that do not claim that B* den is the pr*s* dential E*l*ct.

He is not. Nothing gets decided — in the best of times, which these are not — until December 14th. That is the law.

Also — watch out for Operation C* VID Panic. It is in full swing now.

99% of C* VID cases recover.

M* sks do not work. M* sks equal a violation of free speech.

L* ck d* wns do not work. They equal a violation of your right to assemble.

Spikes in C* VID? Really? False positives, anyone?? El*n M*sk, anyone? Multiplied by actual conversations with tiny town nurses on the front lines here in Ohio…

Also —

26,000 heart attack deaths were falsely attributed to C* VID in the US.

7000 deaths by poisoning were falsely attributed to C* VID here in the US.

At least one congenital heart failure death, right here in the Hinterlands, falsely attributed to C* VID, so I know it is happening.

Vaccines that are now 90 and 95% effective against the virus will be ready for the front line workers  in December. There will be 25 million doses generated every month.

99% of the virus cases are not lethal.  It is like having the flu. If you are hospitalized, therapeutics are now available to help cure you, if you are not at-risk from other life-threatening complications (just like the flu).

The stock market is at a record high.  They expect to break another record today. Fewer and fewer people are dwindling away on unemployment here in the US; a whole lot of people have gone back to work.

    • M* sks do not work. M* sks equal a violation of free speech.
    • L* ck d* wns do not work. They equal a violation of your right to assemble.

So why was the entire State of California put into extreme l*ck d* wn again yesterday?

Why are (certain) Governors behaving almost as if they are a Socialist reg *me?

Curiouser and curiouser, gang. Although not at all amusing to those who are experiencing l* ck d*wns for no valid reasons whatsoever. (Ohio is also having renewed issues now, too. So far, no l* ck d* wns, though.)

Remember: if this stuff worked, there wouldn’t be these renewed (alleged) spikes of the virus.  (Yes, a virus that now has vaccines and therapeutics to treat it.) People, please use your heads on this, regardless of your political affiliations in “normal” times.

Operation C*VID Panic in progress…

Okay. So. Nick Cave sent out a really cute Red Hand File yesterday, about humor and haikus. You can read it here.

And don’t forget, next Thursday morning — yes, Thanksgiving!! At the refreshing hour of 5am, if you live in the Eastern Time Zone — Nick Cave, Blixa Bargeld, and Mick Harvey will be deconstructing Murder Ballads in the chat room on Bad Seed TeeVee!! I, for one, just can’t wait!

Cold Cases II – Murder Ballads

 

 

All righty. Let me get to work here on those book blurbs.

Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world. The videos below the music will disturb you but overall, give you a LOT of hope!! Seriously. NO ONE IS ROLLING OVER & PLAYING DEAD. You gotta watch them. Or, as the X *2 R* p*ort said last night, “The evidence will blow the minds of every person in this country…”

Okay, thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!

Yesterday Was Odd Here in Crazeysburg

As my lofty post from yesterday indicated, my day started off with a weird tired sort of energy and it just never got better.

And then, quite suddenly — in one of those oh fuck!! kind of head-slapping moments — I remembered I was meeting Kevin, the director of Tell My Bones, for dinner last night!

I was just so tired and so out of sorts. I texted him to see if we were still “on” since the weather was so cold and rainy. And he said “Yes! Definitely!” So…

I washed my hair, put on my eye makeup. Wore something that was actually pretty and not my usual baggy-this and baggy-that, which I hang out in all day when I’m at home. But I was still in a really worn-out frame of mind. And the drive to Lucky Bamboo, where we were meeting for dinner, was 25 miles away, on a dark, rainy, highway, etc.

But once I got to the restaurant and saw Kevin, my whole mood changed. I snapped right out of whatever it was that was weighing me down. And we had a really great time.

Plus, he had a coffee mug made for me, with a painting by Helen LaFrance on it!! I was so thrilled!!

Coffee cup Kevin had made for me.

The painting goes all the way around the cup, but I couldn’t figure out the best way to photograph it.

Anyway, you can maybe see that it is a really bright and cheery mug, with perfect fall colors. Plus, it’s Helen’s art. I was just so delighted.

So, my whole mood shifted, just having someone fun to talk to, and also we talked mostly about how the staged reading of the play is shaping up, so it was just a really great evening.

And then I got home and discovered that the podcast I did with M. Christian and Ralph Greco Jr. was now “live”.

I have NOT had a chance to listen to it yet, gang. But  it is posted below.  My interview is approx. the first 45 minutes. And I was really, seriously touched by what they had to say on their blog last night:

MJL is the bomb! She was so warm, welcoming, and fun to talk with; Chris and I couldn’t have asked for a bigger star and a nicer guest!

Obviously, it was a really nice perk to end my evening by.  And I want to stress again, that we really just ended up chatting. It’s a very informal interview. And I have no real recollection of everything we talked about, but I will find out when I listen to it!!

Oh, and then, as I was posting a photo of my new coffee cup to my Instagram Stories last night, I suddenly saw that George Vjestica had been looking at my Stories. I cannot even imagine why. I have followed him for years on Instagram, but I have no clue why he suddenly was looking at my Stories. I’m guessing he was extremely bored and just scrolling all over Instagram, looking up all the various people who  “like” his posts.. (He is the guitar player for Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds.)

So the evening had a much better energy than the rest of the day had.

And today is another dark, rainy, cold autumn day here. I’m guessing the kids around this whole area are a little depressed because I think they had to cancel “trick or treat” last night because of the weather. Here in Crazyesburg, though, they do the “trick or treat” thing on the actual night of Halloween — like you’re supposed to do!! So here in Crazeysburg the kids will probably be happy, since tomorrow, the weather is supposed to be splendid. (Another reason why Crazeysburg is the Land that Time Forgot… It is so traditional here and everyone just seems to be really happy about that.)

All righty. Well. I am going to close this. Get my day started and maybe listen to that podcast — or I might wait until later, when I can actually relax. First thing in the morning is not usually the best time to get my complete attention.

And so, I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from today, another Monkees song. This one has been playing in my head for several mornings running when I first wake up, so I finally stuck it in the CD player today. And it was actually my older brother’s favorite Monkees’ song when we were little. There are a lot of horns on this one — “Listen to the Band” from The  Monkees Present (1969). Another one sung and written by band-member Mike Nesmith.  Okay! Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have a really nice Friday underway, regardless of any weather. I love you guys. See ya!!

“Listen To The Band”

Hey, hey, mercy woman, plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I’m falling again.

Play the drum a little louder,
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band.

Listen to the band!

Weren’t they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.

Oh, mercy woman, plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I’m falling again.

Play the drum a little bit louder,
Tell them they can live without her
If they only listen to the band.

Listen to the band!

Now weren’t they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.

Oh, woman, plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I’m falling again.

C’mon, play the drums just a little bit louder,
Tell us we can live without her
Now that we have listened to the band.

Listen to the band!

© 1969 Mike Nesmith

A Perfect Rainy Day Here in the Hinterlands!

For some reason, the rainy  weather seems to have made me really sleepy today. I’m moving at a snail’s pace here. However, the rain is really lovely to look at, since the autumn leaves are now everywhere.

Laundry is now well underway here, and the morning will be spent going over the edits for “Half-Moon Bride,” so that I can get those back to the publisher ASAP. This will be my first time working with this editor so it will be interesting to see the types of changes they suggest making.

I usually just let editors go with whatever they want (within reason, obviously).  Writing & reading are just so subjective, and I’d much rather that an editor feel okay about seeing my name in their inbox over time. As an editor myself, over the years you start to really appreciate writers who are receptive and not difficult or too opinionated. And in the long run, a word change here or there, a sentence change — it really doesn’t add up to much if it’s a good story to begin with.

That said, though, if an editor is just really horrible to work with from the start then you absolutely need to get out of your contract. Nothing good is likely to come from that relationship, ever.

Okay! So. First off, due to lockdown restrictions, cinemas in Germany, France, Belgium and Italy have had to close again. The Nick Cave website sent out this link this morning so that you can stay updated about when the film version of Idiot Prayer – Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace will be rescheduled in your region.

Crazeysburg is not at all affected by the lockdown. Currently, the active virus cases here are still at zero. We are, however, affected by the fact that there is no cinema anywhere close to us for about 50 miles… so Idiot Prayer – Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace will not be showing here anytime soon, with or without a virus.

I’ll try to stick this in here so that it won’t get flagged  — if you are not accessing a news outlet or a social media platform that is allowing you to keep abreast of Tony Bobulinski, you can always use duck duck go to find out about it. This is a man who is now fearing for his life and the lives of his family. No joke.

All righty!

Back to Nick Cave… He sent out a Red Hand File yesterday that was quite beautiful, about his opinion on the state of the world right now.  You can read it at this link here if you so choose!!

Okay, I guess I better scoot, gang. Sorry this is so short. But it feels like everything is just taking forever around here! And the morning is racing by.

Have a lovely Thursday, wherever you are in the world!! I leave you with something lovely to listen to if you, too, have lovely autumn leaves tumbling down where you reside. Nat King Cole, singing “Autumn Leaves.” (Televised, around 1954 or so.) Listen, dream, enjoy. All righty. I love you guys. See ya!

“Autumn Leaves”

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m’aimais et je t’aimais
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble
Toi que m’aimais moi qui t’aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis

© 1945 Jacques Prévert, Joseph Kosma, Johnny Mercer

FINALLY!! Thank God!!

Wow, gang! Finally!

My erotic novellas, novels, and short stories WILL NOT have pictures of naked women or girls in their underwear on the covers!!

I have literally waited a lifetime for this.

Yesterday, the publisher emailed me a sample of the cover art for “Half-Moon Bride” and I am really, really happy with it. Not only is it pretty, but it actually has SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE STORY!!!

WHEN you read the story, you will see why this is totally a great cover.

Wow. I am just so happy.

Cover art for my new erotic short story, coming in November from Black Lotus Books

And the publisher also said that all of my titles with them are going to have similar covers, in order to get a sort of visual brand for me.

I am really just so happy about that. I can’t tell you how many book covers I’ve had over the years that I have absolutely hated…

I have  had a total of four that I’ve actually liked. And that’s four out of many, many dozens of books published here,  in Europe and in Japan over a 30-year period. So I really have waited a long. long time for this.

(Although, I have to say that I did always like this one!! The first time Neptune & Surf came out in French-translation in Paris. The cover photo references the middle novella in the book, titled The Mercy Cure.)

Neptune & Surf, Editions Blanche, Paris 2001

Other than that, yesterday was an intense day. That phone call I mentioned I had to make wound up being a sort of “phone call from Hell.” And I really, really try to be patient with people. I really do. I even try to suffer fools gladly, when time allows. But yesterday — well, I kept my opinion to myself, but inside I was Mount Vesuvius exploding. And it was sort of hard to recover a decent morning from that experience of bullish stupidity, but I eventually did and wound up having a totally decent day. And by evening, I was actually back to being in a really good mood and really excited about my upcoming stuff!! (The play, my new books, etc.)

And here is something else that made me so happy!

Three months ago, I ordered a strange little sextoy from an online company that I had seen on Instagram.  I was intrigued enough by the post on Instagram, to look up their website on my computer and I saw this strange little — rather expensive — thing. And it was on sale. And it was one of those retail sites that had a “spin the wheel” dial, where if it was your first purchase with them, you spin the wheel to see what your added discount would be if you purchased something right at that moment.

Well, between it being on sale and the huge additional discount I got, I bought the little thing. And was very, very excited. I could not wait to receive it and see what the heck it really did.

And then a few days later, they emailed me to say that my package was on its way!!!!

From fucking Singapore!!

And I was, like — what??!! How did I manage to buy something from a sextoy company clear around the world?? When there are tons of really good ones right here in the United States of America?

So I looked them up on google and there were a lot of US customers claiming the site was a scam. Not a real site, etc. So I thought, oh crap. Not only was it money down the drain, but I was never going to get to try out my little toy and see if it actually did what it claimed it was going to do…

However!!

Yesterday, when I opened my little mailbox, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a rather beat-up little package, sent from clear across the world, 3 months ago…

It had arrived!!! I was so excited!! It was not a scam!!

Right away, I plugged in its USB thingie and began to charge it. It’s red light was blinking merrily, so clearly it was actually going to work!!

However, it is a little bit “hi tech” and most of the instructions are in Chinese so I haven’t figured out yet how to use it. But I feel confident that I will!! Perhaps even later today!!!

But I was just so happy that it actually existed. And now it is mine!

Okay, well. On that happy note…

I’m gonna get the day started here. I hope you are enjoying your Wednesday, wherever you are in the world! Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with my post-apocalyptic-phone-call listening-music from yesterday. I hadn’t listened to this album — or song — in a bazillion years, gang. It really did end up calming me down considerably. So I leave you with it today. “Let It Be,” the titular song from The Beatles’ final album, Let It Be (1970) — quite a huge album from my wee bonny girlhood in Cleveland. (And “Mother Mary” is not Jesus’ mother, btw, but Paul McCartney’s mother, Mary, who died when he was a boy. And since I am not a believer in the divinity of Jesus’ mother, I was actually hoping Paul’s mother was visiting me while I was listening to the song… Perhaps she did. I’m not really sure about that. But something calmed me the fuck down.)

Anyway.

So listen, enjoy, calm down, be happy if at all possible. I love you guys. See ya.

“Let It Be”

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be

For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be

I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
There will be an answer
Let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be

© 1970 Lennon & McCartney

It Was Just One of Those Days Here in Crazeysburg!

Because I fell and bruised my thigh beyond my ability to comprehend (if you are on your computer, you can see my Instagram photo from yesterday down below, which shows the awesome bruise and just how swelled up it got), I wound up spending a huge portion of yesterday in bed.

Not because I couldn’t walk, but because the pain was excruciating.

But today, even though the bruise is obviously still there and still swollen, the pain is really minimal.

And, while CBD oil did nothing to stop that kind of pain, it did calm me the fuck down and made everything in my world seem manageable. And by “manageable” I guess I mean  “just go to bed and stream The Monkees and forget about everything else in the world. ”

Oh, and I should mention here that I wound up liking that documentary, Hey, Hey We’re The Monkees, which I had started watching the other day. It was very informative and emotional.

Anyway. I also slept a lot yesterday, seeing as how I was already in bed. I didn’t get out of bed until after 5am today, which is later than I’ve been doing for quite a few weeks now.

So nothing new has been done to the new short story “Novitiate.” And at this point, if it is getting confusing:

  • The Guitar Hero Goes Home is now available in print with the corrected cover and the corrected text. (Also eBook — Amazon)
  • “Half-Moon Bride” will be available as a stand alone eBook in a few weeks (with my new publisher)
  • 1954 Powder Blue Pickup will be coming out in print before the year is over,  also with my new publisher
  • “Novitiate” will be part of what I currently call The Muse Revisited Vol. 4, which will also include my more popular “taboo erotica” short stories and novellas from the scope of my career. That will come out in print with my new publisher, as well, but probably not until early 2021 (especially if I don’t quit falling down on my kitchen porch).

So that’s what’s going on there, in erotica land.

In non-erotica land, the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones, will premier online on Sunday evening EST, November 22nd. It will be free, but you will need to RSVP at an eventbrite link, which I will give to you when I have it. And if you miss the premier, you will have a window of maybe 3-5 days to watch it anyway.

Okay!

So Cave Things announced yesterday that you can pre-order the following really cute picture discs, each have one song on them from Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace, which is being released as an album and also a film in November. Here are the picture discs, drawn by Nick Cave (I believe they are each £30, except that there are only 500 copies in each title, so you need to pre-order right away).

And with that, I’m also gonna close. So have a really nice Wednesday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang!! I love you guys. See ya!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Glorious Thursday Before the Frost!

Yes, tomorrow is allegedly bringing with it a killer frost, and so I will be bidding a fond adieu to all my petunias today.

Even though I don’t usually grow petunias, because of the virus, I wasn’t able to get what I usually like to plant in the flower boxes on the porches. However, the petunias made me really, really happy this summer. Just a constant riot of color — not to mention one of the flower boxes on the front porch served as home base to my lovely toad. (Through his impeccable patience, I eventually learned how to not water his head when watering the petunias…) (Nobody stares at you quite as patiently as a toad with water on his head.)

And in honor of tomorrow bringing the first real frost, today is an amazingly lovely fall day.  Cool but not cold, sunny, with gorgeous leaves everywhere — most of them still on the trees for as far as the eye can see.

And I’m doing laundry. This is the time of year where I start to bring out the flannel sheets for my own bed – the bottom sheet, only. I don’t usually need all the flannel sheets until closer to Thanksgiving (late fall).

So everything is changing and I am doing totally okay with it. I’m not morbidly missing the summer. (We’ll see how tomorrow goes — the “new” Tom Petty album drops tomorrow. It might make me really sad and really miss the summer, but we’ll just wait and see.)

Tom Petty Wildflowers & All the Rest

I keep thinking that, one of these days, life will just be fine and I’ll be okay with everything that comes my way. (I’ve been thinking this for 60 years now, but that fact should not cloud our judgment! Today could end up being the very day when suddenly I am forever totally okay with everything…)

Okay!

Well, the publisher needs an excerpt from “Half-Moon Bride” to put on their website, and they suggest that it be, you know — erotic. To get people to want to read more of the story (i.e., to buy it).

So I’m reading it over for the first time since I wrote it, trying to process this whole insane story. It is just, like, pornographic from start to finish, gang, so where do you jump in and create an “excerpt”? You kind of have to read it from start to finish, to get any real grasp on it. Separating out even the smallest segment of it just ends up seeming like utterly insane porn, in my opinion.  (Two hermaphrodites on their wedding night; one extremely giant-sized, the other one rather petite (and a truly clueless virgin). And if you don’t know those facts ahead of time, then it really comes off sounding insane.) (i.e., the clueless virgin loses her virginity while trying to come to terms with also suddenly having a P-spot and her first erection…) (aka: the joys of hermaphrodite sex!!)

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But the publisher needs me to do this ASAP, because they asked for it last week, so I need to figure out an “excerpt” that will not make me seem like the most insane writer in the annals of recorded history.

Once I do that, I will get back to work on the newest erotic short story around here, “Novitiate.” (If I can come up with excerpts from either story that seem tame enough for the blog, I will post them this evening. We’ll see!)

And over at Cave Things, a new charm is coming soon that I’m sure you’ll want to grab as soon as it’s available:

Isn’t that cute?? I’m guessing it will cost about £300 (plus shipping) and sell out in about ten minutes…

All right, well. I need to go downstairs and check on that laundry and finish making the bed. I hope you have a lovely Thursday wherever you are in the world and in whatever season it is where you are!! I leave you with my driving  to town & back music from yesterday. This is such a great song for driving really fast on an almost empty highway, with blue skies and gorgeous fall trees all around you for miles and miles and miles. I hadn’t listened to this song in years.  Rod Stewart’s legendary version of “Rhythm of My Heart,” from his 1991 album, Vagabond.  Needless to say, to get the full effect of this song, you have to turn the volume up to eleven

Okay!! Thanks for visiting, gang. I might be back tonight to regale you with brand-new literary “erotica”. We’ll see how it goes. I love you guys. See ya!

“Rhythm Of My Heart”

Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away
Let me still exist in another place
Running under cover of a helicopter blade

The flames are getting higher in effigy
Burning down the bridges of my memory
Love may still be alive somewhere someway
where they’re downing only deer
a hundred steel towns away

Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing

Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness
light it up, light it up
I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans
Running down the alley I’ve got my eyes all over you baby
Oh baby

Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky I’ll be sailing
I’ll be sailing

Oh I’ve got lightning in my veins
shifting like the handle of a slot machine
Love may still exist in another place
I’m just yanking back the handle
no expression on my face

Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing

Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
No never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing

The rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum
with the words “I love you” rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam for I know my place is home
where the ocean meets the sky
I’ll be sailing

© 1986 Traditional;  & John Capek, Marc Jordan

I Actually Have Nothing to Say!

I spent the entire day yesterday at my desk, working on “Novitiate” — the new erotic short story — and so nothing new has occurred since I blogged here yesterday morning.

I did not even have time to watch the rest of the Ronnie Wood documentary, Somebody Up There Likes Me (and if I don’t get to it here soon, I will miss my window and won’t be able to watch it without paying for it again).

I was writing clear through last night, right up until it was time to do yoga and then collapse in bed.

I’m only at 6000 words in the new story, but I’m finding that I have to keep going over and over and over these first 7 pages, because after that, it’s going to become extremely complicated. (It goes from 2 primary characters up to 15, and all of them are having sex at one point or another, so that’s gonna get kind of complicated.) So those first 7 pages have to lay some sort of believable groundwork for the remaining insanity.

I’m still really loving the story, though. And I am learning more about it  every moment that I work on it — meaning, it reveals itself to me, more and more, as I continue to streamline these first few pages. I’m finding it so interesting. And so different from what I thought it was first trying to be.

I think I mentioned a few days ago that now the editors don’t really want “Half-Moon Bride” in this story collection. They want to offer it as a stand-alone short story (eBook only). I will let them make the final decision. But the more I work on “Novitiate,” the more I think that “Half-Moon Bride” doesn’t really fit with the other stories that will be in this collection.  So perhaps it is best sold on its own.

Other than that microscopic world of mine…

The petunias are still blooming. It’s amazing. 5 months now, and no end in sight. I’m guessing they will keep right on blooming up until the first frost. But it is so weird to see the porches of all my neighbors and all that autumnal stuff going on there, for as far as the eye can see. And even though I cleared off my front porch and my back stoop, my kitchen porch is still a riot of blooming colors because I concentrated all the flower boxes there. And I really feel like I’m in some sort of time warp here — or “season” warp. (And, God knows, that in my mind, I’m always thinking it’s still summer, so it doesn’t help when everything in and around my house only encourages my misinterpretation  of the entire world.)

I can’t emphasize enough how different my life got when I moved into this house (going on 3 years now). It’s all good, but it’s all strange. I really, really do love living here, I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life,  but my life has gotten more and more dissociated. And even though I’m sort of accustomed to being in a dissociated mental state (for a variety of reasons), when my house starts joining me in that, it gets really difficult to explain.

You know, when I first walked through this house, I felt so much happiness in every room. I really did. And I just knew that people had been really happy here. (The house is now 119 years old — when it was first built, there was no electricity, no central heat, and no running water. Two bathrooms were eventually added on, many decades apart. And the well outside was covered up, and the fireplaces that were in every room were eventually covered up.) I still believe that people were happy here — and I still believe really strongly that at least one spirit connected to building this house is actively around here.

But I was reading recently, in a metaphysical type book, that what we perceive about a place is our own future happiness. We are perceiving the happiness of our future selves. Which I think could be true, too. I’m certainly incredibly happy here. But I do think it’s a bit of both.

Anyway, that said. Come visit!! I need help cleaning out the barn…

All righty. I’m going to get moving here. Maybe watch the rest of the Ronnie Wood documentary. Or maybe work on the new story, or maybe sit and stare and drink my coffee for a while. We shall see. (Smart money is on the latter, I think.)

Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have a great Monday unfolding before you, wherever you are in the world. I’m still in a More of the Monkees frame of mind around here, so I leave you with another great song off that album, one that still brought tears to my eyes this morning, even 53 years later… “Sometime in the Morning” (1967). Listen, relax, ponder, and enjoy. I love you guys, See ya!

A Sunny Sunday October Afternoon in Crazeysburg!!

Sorry, gang.

This morning was about phone calls and yoga. So I am just now getting around to the blog.

I know that for most of my readers, this means that Sunday is just about over where you live, so I hope you had a really nice day, wherever you are in the world.

And I really want to thank everybody for all the likes and nice feedback on that ghost story I posted last night! It was one of those stories I discovered while looking for something else and had forgotten that I had even written (12 years ago!).  So it was really nice to get so much feedback on it. Thank you.

It is a really pretty day here, today. And, as usual, I will likely spend it here at my desk, writing.

There is some news, regarding my new (very long) erotic short story, “Half-Moon Bride.” If you have been following the blog for the past week or so, you know that I am re-thinking Volume 4 of The Muse Revisited.  And now the re-thinking is being once again re-thought!

So the collection will now be titled something else (that I haven’t thought of yet) and contain “Half-Moon Bride,” along with another  brand new story that I am currently writing, and then will also contain 6 other previously published stories — and they will all feature D/s themes (M/f and F/f) that push the boundaries of “questionable consent.” (Including “Asleep in the Dream of Life,” Necessary to Her Good,” “Gianni’s Girl,” and “Ribbon of Darkness,” among others.)

This collection will be a print book, so I’m very, very excited about that. And I will keep you posted, meanwhile, I have to write my wee bonny fingers off to get that newest short story written and turned in with everything else.

All righty.

So! It is World Animal day today, so I hope you are enjoying your many critters, hither & yon. On my Instagram page, I posted a bunch of drawings of cats that Valerie has sent me over the years — most of them drawings of my own cats, but 3 in particular (on Instagram), are famous artists with cats.  One of my favorites that she did:

Diego Rivera and Cat by Valerie Wares

I  just love this. She does (commissioned) paintings of pets, too, and also a comic strip — Paws for Thought Comics.

So, as I was sorting through all the many drawings she’s done of my cats over the years, I did get a little misty-eyed. She did a wonderful gold-leaf portrait of my first NYC cat — Kitty– who lived to be almost 19 years old.

The painting now hangs in my guest room. Come visit and you can see it in person!!

She was a little black & white stray that followed Valerie home one day, when Valerie was still living out in Queens a million years ago, and since, at that point, Valerie already had 7 cats of her own and I was cat-less, the stray became mine. And I went all -out and gave her the glamorous name of “Kitty,” and then she stayed with me, as I said, for almost 19 years. And she’s actually been gone for 18 years already…

Anyway, I got a little melancholy, thinking about my many beloved creatures who have passed on now. Especially the ones who actually let me cuddle them!!! (Unlike 7 cats that I have now who will remain nameless, but they know who they are!!)

Okay, I guess on that note, I’ll get to work here today. Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with a song I was thinking about early this morning. I hadn’t thought of it in many-a-year! A very early monster hit for Rod Stewart (1972, I think!), “You Wear it Well.” So enjoy and I love you guys. See ya!

You Wear It Well

I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon
But to settle down and write you a line
I’ve been meaning to phone you, but from Minnesota
Hell, it’s been a very long time

You wear it well
A little old-fashioned, but that’s all right

Well, I suppose you’re thinking, I bet he’s sinking
Or he wouldn’t get in touch with me
Though I ain’t begging or losing my head
I sure do want you to know

That you wear it well
There ain’t a lady in the land so fine, oh, my

Remember the basement parties, your brothers’ karate
The all-day rock ‘n’ roll shows?
The homesick blues and the radical views
Haven’t left a mark on you

You wear it well
A little outta time, but I don’t mind

But I ain’t forgetting that you were once mine
But I blew it without even trying
Now I’m eating my heart out
Trying to get a letter through

Since you’ve been gone, it’s hard to carry on

I’m gonna write about the birthday gown that I bought in town
And you sat down and cried on the stairs
You knew it didn’t cost the earth, but for what it’s worth
You made me feel a millionaire

And you wear it well
Madame Onassis got nothing on you, no, no

Anyway, my coffee is cold, and I’m getting told
That I gotta get back to work
So when the sun goes low and you’re home all alone
Think of me and try not to laugh

And I’ll wear it well
I don’t object if you call collect

‘Cause I ain’t forgetting that you were once mine
But I blew it without even trying
Now I’m eating my heart out
Trying to get back to you

Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Oh, yeah

After all this, oh, it’s the same address

Since you’ve been gone, it’s hard to carry on, oh, no

© 1972 Rod Stewart, Martin Quittenton

Yes, I’m Happy

Even though, for some indecipherable reason, I woke up feeling really sad this morning — even to the point of suddenly crying at the kitchen table during breakfast. I don’t think the tears had anything to do with listening to old hillbilly music, but I guess you never really know for sure. (I turned off the music, just in case.)

I slept a lot — straight through from something strange, like, 9pm last night to 5am this morning (I usually only need 5 or 6 hours of sleep). And, at some point, I even had a dream that I had already gotten up and gotten breakfast and gone back to bed so there was no reason to get up. (Weird.)

Anyway. Apparently, I was not in a big hurry for today to get here.

However, that said. Things really are okay here. So I don’t know why I was so sad. I’ve basically signed the contract for “Half-Moon Bride” with the new publisher! Yay!

And I made really unexpected progress with the new erotic novella, 1954 Powder Blue Pickup, yesterday — and by “strange” I mean that it went off into this whole unexpected storyline. To the point where, as I was writing it, I was also thinking: Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me, seriously?

But I’m still really happy with it, however, the work I need to tackle on it today will require really intense focusing (a good old 1950s-style gangbang, which was not the unexpected part).  But it will be intense, nonetheless. (So, you know, you probably shouldn’t drop by unannounced today, wanting to just hang out with me…) (As if you ever do!) (I have had TWO visitors since March… two, in six months.) (Yes, I’m aware that there’s been a pandemic that whole time, but, honestly, how long are you going to keep using that as your fall-back line?? None of us here in Crazeysburg have the virus, okay??)

Anyway!!

Early this morning on Instagram, there was a post sent out by Cave Things.  It was a very short video of Nick Cave working at his insanely cluttered desk — but you could only see his hands. And I thought it was amusing that he clearly had on a very nice suit, and he had all his gold rings on, but was working at this ridiculously cluttered desk.

Whereas, I have actually a very tidy desk while I’m working (because everything gets dumped on the floor first thing in the morning, then placed back on the desk in heaps when I’m done working at night.)

Still, I need a very tidy desk, or I can’t think straight. Yet I wear the sloppiest clothes you can imagine. Because I simply cannot feel encumbered by anything while I’m writing — and no jewelry, either. I can’t stand to have rings or even a bracelet on when I’m typing. I am always wearing some sort of really baggy tee shirt, and either baggy cargo shorts in summer, or a pair of baggy men’s lounge pants the rest of the year, and nothing on underneath any of that because I absolutely cannot stand to feel constricted in any way, and I am always barefoot at my desk because I can’t even stand to feel like my feet are constrained while I’m writing. (My flip-flops stay neatly at the side of my desk because I put them back on the absolute minute I stand up from my chair…)

I know! It’s almost like I’m neurotic, or something — right??

And add to that vision of loveliness the unlit, unfiltered cigarette that is always dangling from my mouth now whenever I’m at my desk… and the very real fact that I almost never remember to even comb my hair. Although I do brush my teeth twice a day!! But I usually also forget to wash my hair because I’m always in such a big hurry to get out of the shower and be neurotic about something…

Anyway. I did think that little video of Nick Cave’s hands was really cool!

Okay.

A mini-update regarding the print edition of The Guitar Hero Goes Home. Valerie is still trying to get the cover art to behave. And until that gets fixed, I have not fixed the formatting issue I’m having with the printed text, because I want to upload it all at once. You can still read it just fine, I’m just not 100% happy with the layout (it makes me insane, actually). But the eBook version is completely fine.  So there are no problems with that. (There was one typo that I fixed last week.)

Anyway. It’s frustrating. But ever-onward we go.

And then yesterday, I got an email from the director of my play (Tell My Bones), wherein  he was giving me the link to share in the dropbox that all the various technical director/ producer type people were already sharing in as they do all the necessary work to get the staged reading of my play ready to go.

Well. I was stunned. Literally. Because I had absolutely no clue that all this WORK was already well underway, involving all these professional theater people. I honestly was totally overwhelmed. WTF, right? How long has this been going on? While I’m here at my desk, thoroughly unconstrained by everything imaginable and spending hours and hours and hours and days and days and days writing incredibly intense erotica…

It was a very weird feeling.

Okay, it looks like a pretty day here today, but it’s heading down into the low 40s Fahrenheit tonight and for the next few nights, so the houseplants are coming indoors for the season and I have to once again create that literary barrier between the palm tree and the cats.

Literary barrier awaiting the houseplants!

Meaning, that I have to stack books as precariously as possible all around the palm tree so that the cats get scared away from trying to eat the palm leaves and thus absolutely ruining the poor tree.

It just feels like it’s too early to be doing all this, but I guess it is what it is this year. And on we go.

Okay. I’m going to get started here today. Have a nice Friday wherever you are in the world!! And enjoy whatever you’re wearing and enjoy whatever you’re doing!! I will endeavor to get my mood on a more even keel and try to have a good day here, as well. Meanwhile, I leave you with this morning’s breakfast-listening sad hillbilly music! Stonewall Jackson’s huge Country hit from 1962, “Leona.” (I  just fucking LOVE the piano on this song — if it doesn’t make you want to drink and smoke, I don’t know what will.) So, then. All righty, thanks for visiting, gang!! I love you guys. See ya.

Leona

Leona, Leona,
You tell him you’re through
You tell him, Leona, about me and you
You tell him we’re married with a baby of two
You tell him, Leona,
You tell him you’re through.

You laughed as I pleaded, and walked out the door
To meet him, to kiss him, to shame me once more
I knew where to find you
Just follow the sign:
Dancing and dining, cocktails and wine

The sidewalk was crowded in front of the bar
I heard the sirens of the black police car
Two bodies lay crumpled, a woman, a man
His wife stood there by you,
A gun in her hand

Leona, Leona,
It’s over and through
The baby is crying and calling for you
For me there’s no difference
I knew for so long
That some day you’d leave me
And now you are gone

© 1962 Cindy Walker