14 Jan, 2022, No comments
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 as you read on. Most people would say I'm old. My soul is only 17 years alive. 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. they leave every spring. Each year they return right around the Thanksgiving holiday to capture a dwarf for their Thanksgiving feast.
The dwarf population 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 known 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 same cliff, watching thousands of seagulls below 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 in my two 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 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, writing 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 of his mansion in his pajamas for that first cup of coffee.
My intention in writing this Blog was to write whatever came to mind. Bob had no intentions at all as he sat at the mahogany table in the kitchen, sipping hot coffee. Right now at 2am, upstairs in this A frame cabin, I am also sipping hot coffee, thankful that I do not have to attend a retirement party in an office tower in Manhattan 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's 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 is in my dreams tonight it will be a true blessing. Goodnight all.
New Blog Post 1/24/22
I'm back on a new day but SLOW RUNNING because I am still in chapter one of the novel, sitting at the kitchen table of my home in New York City sipping brandy in the life of Bob Bickerman. If I kept a stash of brandy in this Oregon home, I would probably be walking downstairs right now, to step outside and howl back at the coyotes. Bob Bickerman doesn't have to deal with those creatures of the night. His only problem is no problem at all. He is running water in the tub after turning on the sound system and popping in a 90 minute cassette tape, the first song being Tarrapin Station by the Grateful Dead.
It is no coincidence that there are black letters on the back of my old motorhome I drive here in Oregon . The letters are "Tarrapin Station". Bob paid a million dollars for his coach. I paid nothing for mine. But let's get back inside Bob's lifeless mansion where he is stepping out of the tub after a long soaking of his bones.
He slides on a pair of black sweat pants, brown canvas tennis shoes and a green polo shirt. Why should I dress up in the usual three piece suit to please people I will never see again. I meant why should Bob dress up. Really, I guess it doesn't matter what I say going forward . You all know that I am Bob and ... Well, I already explained that earlier. We also know, Bob and I know perfectly well that we are leaving New York City forever today, in the 32 foot yellow luxery coach, for parts unknown.
Let's back up and get into the real moment by moment of Bob's life as he moves forward. I want to jump right in, to land right there where Bob is breathing before he leaves his mansion. I need to be with Mary Cerelli again, the dark skinned Italian beauty!
Unfortunately, we have reached a point in this style of writing where I must slam on the breaks. To continue this section would mean putting the entire novel, 324,000 words, in this blog. I could do it, bouncing back to Bob's life and forward to my life as T.L. Willis, here in Oregon, but I don't need the challenge.
All I will say now is that I hope you enjoyed the written words of this first entry of the blog. I will end this section as a sane person, though you may not agree with that statement when you read future blog posts. There is a link to purchase the novel as an EBOOK somewhere above in this post. I do have paperback copies here at my home. The paperback editions are given to friends and relatives who visit. There a very few people who visit here, except for the three witches who live down the road.
NEW BLOG ENTRY - 1/27/22
Now where did I leave off in my last writing. Oh yes! THE THREE WITCHES... There was a dead quiet as I sat downstairs in my easy chair one hot summer morning, just after mindnight. I was thinking about nothing at all, or at least nothing important. There was a tapping on the front door and I wondered if I was imagining things. I said I wondered but after a few seconds passed, I wondered no more. The front door was opening slowly. It was quite a shock when three figures entered my living room with a motionless ease. I could feel my heart rate slowing as soon as I was greeted by smiling faces.
There were three of them and oh yes. They all wore long black gowns of satin and black hats that came to a perfect point on top. They said nothing as they paraded to the couch on my right, seating themselves as if they had lived with me forever. One thing for certain, they weren't ugly with a mole at the end of the nose or having had deeply wrinkled faces. They were fine, and I don't recall ever feeling so damned important. Rather than act like a curiuos babbling idiot, I took a sip of coffee, and rolled a cigarette from my easy chair.
With a minute or two passing in silence, the one on the couch who sat between the the other two, stood up and walked toward me. She removed her dark sunglasses to stop at my side. The next thing I knew, she had moved to the front of me. She kneeled down on her knees, moving her body toward me, giving me a light kiss on the cheek. Without warning, she snatched my tobacco pouch and rolling papers... and ... in what seemed like the blink of an eye they were gone like a sudden gust of wind. Out the front door they went !
I stood up from my chair to open the front door, only to hear the three of them giggling in the distance. I let my dog inside the house, who had not growled when they approached the front door a few moments earlier. He was lying down on the carpet beside my chair now . As I looked down toward the dog, he did look confused. All I could say to the dog was " I guess they needed a smoke." That was my first encounter with the three witches.
I should mention here in closing that after their leaving, I slept into the late afternoon. Stepping onto my front porch with a first cup of coffee after sleeping, I looked down to discover a rattan box on my front porch that I carried into the cabin and opened. There were several cookies inside, the best I had ever tasted. I ate the first and realized as I ate the last, I was very sleepy again. Was I sleepy or was it something else. I started pacing and broke into a cold sweat, feeling like my feet were no longer touching the ground. At some point I must have passed out. I was cold and lying in bed when I opened my eyes.
The three witches were standing above me with seriuos expressions on their faces. The one who kissed my cheek spoke to me. "You were cold and shaking. We covered you. Shut your eyes and rest." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dET2SLCYCJk&list=PLquoBqQImIwo2KtBcgCZShzEi5XcbGTeV&index=9
2 / 18 /2022 Friday
THE CURRENT SITUATION
Everything is a situation ! So let's move into this present day. All is well. It's peaceful here without a phone. My cellphone is dead and I have no charger...lost it somewhere. The landline phone has been dead since November. Repair for that will be here Monday afternoon.
The three witches showed up here during the fourth quarter of the Super Bowl game. They pounded at my front door which was quite a surprise. There is a first time for everything! In the past they walked right in. I got up and locked the door. When they heard the latch click, they stared at me thru the front picture window. Ha! Ha! I shut the curtains and they would not stop tapping on the window.
That was all I could take! I ran outside with a broom and clipped one of them in the ass real hard. They were soon gone and I could relax! The next time they show up I'll be real nice. I'll make them some very strong Valerian root tea ...so strong they won't be able to move after a few sips. I'm not sure what I'll do then, but I did say they were all very nice looking. Ha! Ha! They deserve whatever I do . They drugged me a couple weeks ago with something that made me feel like Iwas float. After a while I got very cold and passed out in bed.
I may regret it later, but they need to know that the games have officially begun. The problem here is that I am not sure exactly what I am dealing with. How powerful are the three beautiful, innocent looking creatures of the night, and how powerful am I ? One thing for sure is that life is never boring here, 5 miles back in the woods!
There is a tribe of creatures living on the mountain across the meadow, on the back part of this 20 acres of ground. I call them trolls but I don't know what they are. I did take a meal with them in the winter of 2020 up on the mountain, but don't want to tell that story now. The only thing I will say is they speak the english language, using a few words here and there. Mainly they grunt and groan like cavemen might have done. Damn Sam ! What is going on here ? I think I'm still here on earth, but sometimes I do wonder. ???
Blog Post - 2/23/22
JOE ZEE VISITS THE PSYCHOLOGIST (DOC PSYCH)
Doc Psych > Have a seat on the couch Joe . Calm down. Take some deep breaths. What's bugging you so much?
Joe Z > I'm worried that there might be a war with Russia !
Doc > It doesn't surprise me . Nato is a bunch of power hungry idiots ! You can't even teach an idiot to put one foot in front of the other.
Joe > I never thought of it that way. What's wrong with those people?
Doc > They are all crazy ! The government here in the United states won't build affordable housing to get the homeless off the streets. They don't care about you, me or the other people in this country.
Joe > The homeless thing has been going on for years. That problem should have been solved years ago !
Doc > That's right ! The reason that problem hasn't been fixed is because there is no money to be made by the government.
Joe > I guess you are right. I hate governments!
Doc > No Joe ! Just understand that the government is a private club and you and I aren't in it . They don't care about you. They don't care !
Joe > If they did care, everyone would have a home and decent food to eat.
Doc > I'm not God. I can't snap my fingers together and make everything wonderful. You and I have to learn to live with all this shit!
Joe> It still makes me angry and I worry.
Doc > I don't see you wearing any chains that keep you in America. If you don't like something about your life, you have the ability to make a change!
Joe > Now I feel kind of stupid .
Doc > You aren't stupid ! Now you know you aren't happy, and you know you have been worrying too much. Millions of people in this country deal with those same problems. They go thru the same bullshit day after day until they are put in the ground and covered with dirt.
Joe > It makes me uncomfortable to know what I need to do.
Doc > I hope you'll go somewhere as far away from all the power hungry governments as you can get. Blend in, keep your mouth shut and you will be just fine. You might even find some happiness.
Joe > I have an old van. I'm gonna pack up tonight and head south.
Doc > I think I've helped you more than most people that come to see me. I can't help those who are totally lost and gutless. They cry and whine and feel sorry for themselves, but aren't willing to make the change. Sometimes I get so frustrated I feel like crying.
Joe > Maybe you should take off.
Doc > I've been thinking about cashing out. Maybe to Tibet or somewhere off the beaten down path. It's a big world outside this office door !