I sent it off Friday, the electronic version was up and running by Saturday morning. Just a few minutes ago, I see the paperback version is available. It only took over 48 hours. It’s usually slow but not this slow. It’s the coronavirus bullshit most likely. The site is crowded with online shoppers and maybe, they have less people reviewing shit. Who knows. But it’s up and now I can write about this bullshit that is the world right now. In a world and field, dominated by men — a woman is one of the last remaining Marines. That’s ANOTHER STORY, though. Can’t say the idea wasn’t inspired by ‘Crystal Madness’ when I made Madison’s husband in the beginning work for the military.
Now this, the actual 3rd and last part to the ‘Crystal Madness’ series… Madison finally makes a choice and meets a new friend named Ethan. No, she doesn’t have a relationship with him and you’ll see why in the ending. Fucked up, yes. That’s life. How the hell are you going to have a story if it’s not?
I didn’t really
go out with the mindset
to write about magical crystals
I went in with what would
the government, groups
of people do if they
got their hands on
something that can
manipulate your mind
and is worth a lot of money
Answer is easy
erase and alter memories
chase after them for it
it’s worth more than
anything you’ll see
in your lifetime
And so I thought
of an object
probably a million
stories with them
how about a stone
nobody would suspect
them to have power
or magical properties
How about some
and her husband
works for the
he did things
she didn’t know about
then she ends up
with the guy
that tried to kill her
in the beginning
his mind was
also altered by
but she finds out
Trevor has lost his memory again. I brought back one their old enemies, ‘Steve’. He travels with Madison all over Mexico and the Middle East. Someone, not just anyone got their hands on the crystals — the government.
No series intended but this was my ‘most popular’ one and I left a cliffhanger with possibilities.
(Sorry if the last few pages and ending makes no sense, I did my final editing high. 🤪 I haven’t been since over a year ago. There will be a part 3 to wrap everything up. And I’m sure everyone is expecting her to make a choice in that one…)
Leads to a magical world the protagonist(s) only know about.
In real life
You would think clothes, shoes, and junk back there. You’d be surprised how many people have sex, hide someone back there, and do a number of things we don’t want to know about. I wonder why we try to teach the children it leads to a magical world…
No one can physically see you so you can do whatever you want.
In real life
You may feel invisible but people can see you, especially if you make an ass out of yourself. You can ‘disappear’ by removing yourself from unpleasant people, things, or situations.
It can fly, don’t need a car.
In real life
If I sat on a carpet and waited for it to fly, people would ask what is wrong with me. Out of all the things I could fly if magic was real, why a carpet? The only thing magical about is it captures water and crumbs I have to vacuum later.
Say something right, and you get it?
In real life
I wrote a bunch of poetry, why don’t I have anything I wrote about in it? Words aren’t enough. You have to make it happen.
The person who made my coffee this morning.
There’s way too much cream and sugar in it. This keeps happening! WHY!?
It doesn’t hold water. It spills it everywhere!
It doesn’t have any good food I want. At all times it should, even if I ate all of it yesterday.
It is supposed to not get dirty — or clean itself if it does. Why do I always have to do it?
Boring. I’m better off going to Facebook for my news. At least I get to see pictures of a volcano exploding.
The guy on the elliptical next to me who smells like onions.
Every day at 7am. Do you have a legit reason for smelling like onions — like wrestling a bagel this morning? Or you didn’t shower yesterday…
Every driver I come into contact with.
Going too slow or riding my ass. I have very, very — little patience and a short attention spam. Either speed up or move aside so the real drivers can drive!
Every person in Walmart — who hasn’t bathed in weeks.
The cheap perfume/cologne doesn’t cover up the be-o, smell of shit, cigarettes, alcohol, and condoms…