SHARED HALLUCINATION

One day into another As this quarantine lags on an on But the alternate is worse. The fucktards protesting social distancing Hopefully will cancel themselves out. Amazing, the mentality of the lowest common denominator. I'm gonna write about my LCD theory soon. It's my favorite soap box subject But not today. The sun in shining. Squirrels are chasing each other across the roof above me And it's not that bad. Plus, I have a new obsession.  Nice little segue, right? Ha!  I've always had an overly bright olfactory bulb. See what I did there? Smell and memory fascinates me. When writing my second book, I was staying at a 500-year-old village chateau in the south of France. Originally, the house was built by the lord of the castle for his favorite mistress. His beloved. And it shows. It's a house built on love. The current owner is carrying on the tradition. To the point where she's made a fragrance for the place. This mixture of frankincense, ger

How many days has it been now?  Look how lazy I'm getting!  Have been teaching myself a new system t o make more dynamic pitch decks. And then animate them as well. Which has taken hours upon hours. I can see this is the future of  developing projects. We're still under quarantine. I'm sure you've already heard, but it's only getting  worse... But on a brighter note, the egg I bet on hatched. I've been awaiting this arrival for days. Of course she was the last one to hatch--but at least she hatched. So, I'm introducing to the world--Carmilla Cluckstein. Which is a terrible take on Carmilla Karnstein, but maybe there's something to a female chicken vampire story. I actually don't get to have any further interaction with the chick, I just get to name her. Which is fine by me.  Am going to share with you a couple of the pages of a new pitch deck I've been working on. I like to call them 'world' pages, but you can use 'tone'

April Fools Day, 2020 This whole last month has been the worst practical joke ever. Am still in bed drinking coffee 'cause, you know, quarantine. It's a surreal existence right now. Not entirely unpleasant.  Am glad to have kept a record of it.  Certainly gives me perspective in where I am productive and not productive.  And I've had to do a lot of cooking which I don't really like, no matter how much I want to. And that's where we are.  Currently, I'm reading The Cosmic Shekinah by Sorita D'Este and David Rankine. This is a subject I return to again and again. I like the historical breakdown of this book. It's divested of all the New Age hooey that often infiltrates this subject. It's such a crime the New Agers got their adaptive paws all over the Sophia. She now represents the part of you you never knew was missing but can be found for a large cash donation. Sad. I don't like it when people make money off of women's insecuritie