I wrote, but I didn't exactly die . . .

It was worse

Some time before, 2020 I wrote a story for a contest on, writing.com and won the contest. Until I wrote that story, I did not even know I could write; let alone the fact that I could win. The problem was not the fact that I could write, like you’ll soon see it was, but the problem was that I did not know I could write.

From here on out, the problem is having to explore out all the insanely inane, and trite little judgements and assumptions that made sure that I couldn’t write. Because remember, I didn’t know that I could write. That seeming innocuous over site—blunder in judgement on my part, eventually led to the, ‘Death by natural causes’ of my Mother. The extended comedy of me trying to write and publish a book, to begin a writing career.

I set out to write a book, and do to a non social media, social faux pas I lost the story I had written, and now it’s gone like my Mother . . . And the book was so rushed in the race to continue my life like nothing had happened, that the published version of this, a different story, is not worth reading or promoting. During that time I learned a couple of things: Letters, numbers, signs, sigils, symbols, and sounds are magic spells. And all magic is satanism . . . especially Myth.

The damn magic killed my Mother, but the really satanic thing about it, is how the time that was wasted was the effective magic that did the trick. So the whole thing was a magic spell, designed to prevent me from living my life. Well, Mario Puzo, the Author of the book, ‘The Godfather’ wrote another book that he considered to be his masterpiece; ‘Fools die!’ It was all about the writing world, and the convoluted, amazing hell that striving Authors went through in the seventies to become published. Often, it is found out that the Authors excepted manuscript did not make it ti the book store shelves for another twelve years after acceptance.

The Authors were the fools . . .

I hope to continue this thread, but I don’t plan on continuing the mystery tour; including me being the fool . . .