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14 February 2020

On Valentine’s day, I’m home alone.  I’m okay with that.  I had Chic-fil-a, I’m having a guilty feeling about that, so I’ll eat oranges for a snack later or whatever.  I decided that I wasn’t going to go out if I was by myself.  There will be another time where I will be with people on Valentine’s day and that day will come.
I hear that Valentine’s day is a made up holiday, it’s not, it’s an exploited holiday that the card industry pushed to make money during winter.  Sometimes I have to remind people that Saint Valentine was a priest who married Christians when it was illegal in Rome to marry Christians.  And ultimately was sentenced to death for his acts of love, or his willingness to marry people illegally.  So if anything, people should marry on the day that celebrates him, okay, just kidding remembering a man who married people illegally is something in its own self.

I could have hung with my cousin and his daughter and friend, but I already went out to eat, so this thing to be by myself was of my own choice.  I didn’t think anyone would be home and had already ate.

Yesterday, I went home sick.  Slept for a bit until the dog barked and then went to the library and got nothing done.  I went to bed super early, like 8:00pm because I was all tired and sick.  Then I woke up at 4:45am and thought to myself why am I up so early?  I had a strange dream where I went to England and Ireland.

I started reading Down Among the Sticks and Bones by Seanan McGuire.  I’m not sure what to think.  The first 40 pages is exposition sprinkled with a couple of paragraph scenes.  Then author says in the narration that the story really starts here and the first part was to explain how the Wolcott twins came to be.  I don’t mind exposition, but forty pages of it, really?  I have a sneaky suspicion that the rest of the story didn’t benefit from the first forty and they could have been cut, but we’ll see.

I finished listening to The Road to Grantchester by James Runcie.  It was different.  It was like the author expanded a sentence from the first Grantchester book.  Kendall had forgiven Chambers about her brother.  The first third of the book was about Sidney’s time in the Second World War, it was a gruesome section.  The second third was about his decision to become a vicar.  Overall, I liked it, was sad at the end and finally understood why Amanda and Sidney never got married in the book series.  I’m still not happy with the way the show ended things for Sidney.  Mainly because the show had built the Sidney and Amanda relationship for three seasons and then did an about face on the whole thing.

I thought about the series that I’m writing.  In each world, Milo is set out to get something.  When it is the world with the Chronomancer, he needs to find something called, or what I’m calling it for now, a chronos.  In the phoenix world, he must find the heart of a phoenix.  I was trying to figure what he would need to get in the world with Edgar Townsend and the Dark Prince.  But I remembered that he was going to get a map and a compass, or some sort of navigation system.  I have a couple of books to write before I need to make a decision on things.
For the all together novel, I have to figure out how not to make it confusing.  So I need to think of what I can use as a time marker.  I think I might label each section this way: sequence 1, ect. ect.  Then once when we go back in time, sequence 1 revised.  Things to play with.

Tomorrow, I will get some writing done.  I’ll look through any of the novella’s I have bought over the last year for inspiration on how to move my story forward with not as much exposition and definitely not 40 pages.

Tomorrow will be a new day.  I must make sure that I exercise.  I must stop eating fried foods, I keep on saying this but find it hard to stop.  At some point I will work out how I can eat healthier and making eating healthier more interesting.


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It’s been a long day.  I woke up at 4:30am, hungry.
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