Hello! I think this one blog post will go on and on, until I am dead or have returned to Covendar .
Anything goes here on this blog. And things may get to be really strange. Most people would say I'm old. My soul is only 17 years young. I live as a bachelor in an A frame home, five miles back in the forest. The property grounds are 20 acres. Five acres are wooded and 15 acres are pasture . The pasture area faces east. There is a 200 acre ranch meadow at the back property line.
Further east of the meadow is a very large hill where the trolls live part time. During the winter months they make their camp on top of that small mountain, to leave every spring. Each year they return right around the Thanksgiving holiday to capture a dwarf for their Thanksgiving feast.
The dwarf population here is now, almost extinct in these woods . They used to have a well populated camp 2 miles west of my property. Now there are only 7 of them left, and they claim to never have know Snow White. I don't believe them. I have taken meals with both camps, dwarfs and trolls. If you started at the beginning as most people do when reading something, I mentioned Covendar. You would know the exact landscape of Covendar if you have read my novel, "Goodbye Mr Now And Forever." https://smashwords.com/books/view/1025769
When I wrote the novel my name was not T.L. Willis . My name was Bob Bickerman. I was the main character in the novel ! I have no idea how I became T.L. Willis. Actually, the name of the author of the novel is listed on the cover as being T.L. Willis.
I'm still in love with Mary Cerelli. I miss Tom and Becky Cisco, who Mary and I traveled with in a 32 foot, yellow motor home we called the yellow beast. Mary and I loved Rowdy, Tom and Becky's dog, as if it was our own. He traveled well in the long coach. I miss all of them .I want to be Bob again !
Mary is a tall slender Italian beauty who I still love very much. The problem is, how do I get back to her? I will have to return to Covendar where I left her and (me), sitting peacefully in the yellow beast. We are still parked on the cliff, watching thousands of seagulls feasting on crabs.
I remember that exact moment and must return. That moment is happening there as I write this, sitting here, looking out the picture window into the blackness of night, from the second story of my A frame cabin. Right now I feel like I'm in both places at once, and I guess I am. I can't put my arm around Mary in the motorhome booth and listen to her breathing from where I'm sitting now, but that is exactly what Bob Bickerman is doing, right now in that coach, in Covendar. Oh well, life goes on.
Did you take a music break ? If you did you are back. If you didn't you never left.
I was going to write the sequel to Goodbye Mr. Now And Forever here on this blog, calling it Goodbye Mr. Now And Forever - BOOK II . There were a few people who read the first who told me I should write the 2nd. When I wrote the original, my mother had died in a hospital in Seattle and we had a huge forest fire here the same year. Two days after her death, I sat in my easy chair downstairs, opened a notebook with pencil in hand to put down that first word BOB .
I saw in my mind, a Wall Street executive, waking up on a spring morning alone in his mansion. From there, everything took off in a natural mental rythym. I became Bob, and drifted deeper and deeper into his life, as I forged words into the notebook with my pecil.
Bob was nervous at the thought of having to attend a retirement party at his office. The retirement party was for him, and as I sat in my chair after the midnight hour, in complete silence, with pencil in hand, everything became clear. There was no struggle to the writing, I was now Bob. The words in the novel became the present moment as Bob wandered down the long hallway in his pajamas for that first cup of coffee.
My intentions for writing this Blog were to write whatever came to mind. Bob had no intentions at all as he sat at the oak table in the kitchen, sipping hot coffee. Right now at 2am, upstairs in this A frame cabin, sitting at my desk, I am also sipping hot coffee, thankful that I do not have to attend a retirement party in an office tower today. I am a little bit disappointed that I am completely sober right now and so is Bob, as he stands up, walks to the kitchen cabinet to pour a full glass of brandy. Now that you know I am Bob and Bob is me let's back up.
I walked downstairs and brought up a copy of the 358 page novel. As to why I did that, I'm not exctly sure. I don't really know why I'm writing this blog. Maybe it the need to dig into the mind and journey as far down that path toward the inner depths, as humanly possible. There was a pause in this writing as I opened the book a minute ago to glace at the first couple paragraphs.
Now I remember ! I had no intention of arriving on time my last day, after 25 years of service with the firm, and the time has ran out for me right now at 3 am . That is unfortunate. I wish Mary Cerelli was here with me. If she in my dreams tonight it will be a true blessing. Goodnight all.