Lol I miss reading your posts, I've been gone for awhile. Do you write books as well?
Would like to write books, yes. The dream is being able to make that an eight hour a day career. Hide in the background and pound out works like
Walter B.
Gibson, or being more prolific.
I had a very odd dream/vision where I visited with him once. He had three different cases for traveling. They each held portable Remington typewriters. There were typewriters all over his home, on dressers, on tables, on stands designed custom for him in front of big comfy high back chairs, in his bathrooms, in the kitchen, windowsills.
The man never seemed to stop typing, save for a few moments a day. He pointed to the corners of his living room/parlor. There were cameras attached to automatic guns trained on him. If he stopped typing, they went off trying to get him, or so he said. I watched, he even typed in sleep.
He was the one which gave
Lester Dent the
Master Plot outline/formula. Dent wrote Doctor Savage, which later went on to inspire and be a template for Super Man. Getting back to Master Gibson, he would write and type on street car trolleys. Often people would hold folios of pages for him as he traveled, collecting them at his destination.
On the day/night I visited, he needed to go see Shelly. Not sure if it was Frankenstein's Shelly or not, she was an older lady who kept shut in. He needed her advice on rare fungus. She kept an observatory at her home and made good use of its gardens to study toxicology. These fungi spores would if mixed with tea leaves come unbound chemically. This made a toxin which remained untraceable.
Master Gibson went to see her by way of trolley. As he did, he placed me in his stead to type at his parlor. There was a quota. You needed to type so many words per fifteen seconds, forget minutes, he blazed 100 words per 15 seconds. I of the "hunt and peck one fingered" typing variety had a real chore. His typing while in transit, though, made up the difference, thankfully. I didn't get shot.
So yes, would love to be able to do that. So far, unable due to life's pressing requirement of stable income, posthaste! Need to have something for day to day, 9-5 and then whilst doing that, sneak writing in during the free spaces, get something marketable "out there" and selling like flapjacks, "wash, rinse, repeat". And trying to stay hidden behind pseudonyms, to just dedicate oneself to producing works, revision, and lobbing them off to an agent/publisher just is highly untenable to but dream about.
I don't want bothered with marketing, "appearing", "touring". No, hire stand-ins for my pseudonyms and make stuff up. Sure, send me the royalties checks, but let me be to create only. The agents & publishers will earn money hand over fist too, so bah, take care of the "business" end and let me "produce" a "product" for you to sell. I'm a carded member of the Autoworker's Union to be sure. I'll make you cars, you sell 'em.
*smh* Like I said, it's a fucking pipe dream.
By the by, welcome to the warren that is me. These waters lie serenely still, for their depth is unfathomable.
did you get the 18 or 21?
