Thursday, April 18, 2019

Pierwalker Log: April 18, 2019

Writing start: 9:22 A.M.
Finish: 2:49 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 400
Edited (est.): 9900

1. Failure: Finished chapter twenty-five!
Notes: I'll start the primary edits tomorrow!

2. Book Three Melody: Off till Saturday

3. Angel: Book Three: Primary edit number one of chapter one

4. Rumpel: Read-through of chapter three

5. Random Chance: Read-edit of chapter ten from Book One
Notes: I submitted the new edition today. I'll get my Payhip library updated shortly.

6. LOTR: Read-through of chapter seven

7. Port Story: Off till Monday

8. Hidden Bookmarks: Off till next Thursday
Notes: This is a brand-new project (one I've been thinking on and off again about for more than two years).

Special Projects: Transcribing Montaigne: day 1/3

Extra notes: Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is the frickin' shizzle, yo. Elizabeth Warren, who is right now, for my money, running a nearly flawless campaign for president, knows too. "Her commitment to putting power in the hands of the people is forged in fire."

How epic is that?

AOC put out an excellent video about the Green New Deal, one that I think should be required viewing by every American. I want you to watch it too, and then share it as widely as you can. Thanks.


I'm one chapter closer to finishing The Failure of the Saeire Insu. Two? Three chapters more? It shouldn't be more than that, and in fact may be less. It has been, hands down, the toughest novel I've ever written. I'm sure the deep edits are going to be ... interesting.

I'll be starting Part Two of Book Three of Melody Saturday. The events in Failure and the events in Book Three line up in many ways, which has posed many challenges for me, since I haven't completed the writing of Book Three. I have no idea in fact when I might be finished with the writing of Book Three, but it surely won't be in the next year.


I've been thinking a lot about one of the poems in Fractalverse: Volume Five, which is newly released. In this age of the Bottleneck, when humanity must decide if we wish to survive and thrive, or extinguish ourselves, likely before the end of this century, by way of our greed, hatred, and indifference, I've been wondering whether or not I used hard enough language in it. I've posted it below.


You call yourself good.
And yet you turn away as immigrant children
are torn from their mothers’ grips—?
And yet you ignore the crimes of your so-called president,
a traitor to this country, a thief who stole the presidency
with the aid of a cabal of criminals and a vile Russian government—?

You call yourself good, but are indifferent—?
You didn’t vote in November 2016.
You aren’t going to vote in 2018.
You’re still somehow good?

Or maybe you did vote.
You voted for the Orange Twitler.
Or you voted third-party because you believed the bullshit
about “that woman.”
Her emails! Benghazi! Oh my!

You call yourself good.
You have a job. You think that makes you good.
You provide for your family.
You think that makes you good.
You’re “normal” to your neighbors.
You think that makes you good.
You don’t rock the boat.
You think that makes you good.
You play the game, pay your taxes, and do as you’re told.
That makes you good, right?

But it doesn’t.
You are in fact no better than the finest Nazi
who lived and breathed and watched his
countrymen fill railcars with human beings
destined for extermination.

To hell with you and your soulless “good” life.


I hope you, having pulled your head out of your ass, have a good and restful and activist Friday.