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“You’ve been out ridin’ fences for so long now.”

As you can see, I followed through on my threat and did indeed write a post today (Saturday the 3rd of January in 2026) because I am going to the office today.  My new (and old) tinnitus persists, which is annoying, and I’ve still got some minor cold symptoms.  There’s no real coughing or sneezing, though, so I don’t think I’m terribly contagious.  If I am, well, I’ve spent a lot of time tilting at the windmill of getting people to take disease prevention and so on seriously, but things continue to get worse, so to hell with the world, I guess.  But it doesn’t really matter much.

I initially thought that I had only received feedback from one person here‒as I suspected might happen‒in response to my request for feedback on what I should try to restart writing.  That person made a recommendation/expressed his preference for what he thought sounded most interesting for me to work on.  But, alas, that’s only one person, so I couldn’t draw too many conclusions from that feedback.

However, it turns out that on Facebook I also received a comment from someone who probably didn’t see the comments here on my actual blog, so the comment was probably unbiased.  The interesting thing is that both people, in two separate spaces, said they were interested in the same story:  The Dark Fairy and the Desperado.

So, needless to say, I intend to start working again on Outlaw’s Mind.

I’m kidding.  I’m not that perverse.  I feel a bit disappointed that no one could really even consider my other story HELIOS, but no one else but me really knows anything about it.  That story was originally‒way back in the depths of time‒a comic book superhero story that I invented and for which I even drew some comic book style drawings when I was in grade school and maybe into junior high.  But the modern version of the story, though arguably still a kind of superhero, or at least superhuman, story, is much more sophisticated than the inevitably derivative character I had invented as a child.

Anyway, HELIOS is probably my oldest story notion that I’m considering writing again nowadays, even older than Ends of the Maelstrom.  That doesn’t mean it’s my favorite or anything, it just means there’s a wee bit of nostalgia in it.

So, I shall begin rereading and editing and then, hopefully, writing more on The Dark Fairy and the Desperado.  This story was conceived as a manga, and so it is not a single-book notion, but is planned as a series of some form or another*.  That might be very good, actually, because it would mean I can publish it in smaller chunks, so to speak.

Unanimity took forever first to write and then to edit, but it was one self-contained story with a beginning, middle, and end (half a million words long overall).  I can make the first volume of DFandD end with the ending of the “heroes’” first quest, which has already begun so far in what I’ve already written.  Maybe that will be good.  I can even put some illustrations in the book (maybe) since I have done some of them**.

Anyway, that is currently my plan, if it merits the term.  I’ll try to work my work on that work into lull times at work***, and make some progress on it.  Then maybe it will take off and become hugely, internationally popular, and I’ll become rich, famous, and powerful.

Stranger things have happened, after all‒and that series has done quite well, I understand, though I lost interest in it not even halfway through the first series.  I think it’s the sort of show that I could only enjoy if I were watching it with someone.  In many cases, watching shows or movies or similar is my only way to connect with other people and with the shows or movies.  I have to have some means to connect; I cannot seem to do it on my own, and I don’t know if I ever have been able to do so.

Anyway, I guess that’s my plan for the moment.  It will always be dependent upon my physical and especially my mental health.  But that goes for everything.

Anyway, I hope you all have a good weekend.  Here, in closing, is a recording of me trying to practice the song, Desperado, which would make a lovely theme to a TV series based on my stories, I think.  I’ve gotten better since I recorded this.

*This was the idea for Mark Red as well, for which I have at least two more books lying fallow.  Unfortunately, no one loves that story apart from me, so it doesn’t look like the other two volumes will be written anytime soon, if at all.  It probably suffers from the fact that it was the first book I published, and so there were rough edges.  Qué lástima.

**As an aside, I wish I still had an illustration of the Vagabond that I did years ago, because I wanted to use that as the cover picture when I published the novel, but alas, it is gone with almost everything else I used to own.

***Yes, that was deliberate.  Sorry if it comes across as awkward, but I tend to like to play with words.

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Extra Body: Chapter 12

As Albert began the luxurious climb back to consciousness, he became aware that, during his sleep—a duration he didn’t yet know—Walter had indeed not finished unlocking the first lock on his door.  In fact, just after Albert had drifted off, Walter had found that his tension, his anger, his jealousy, and his hostility had all started to wane.  His nervous system quickly went from reckless agitation to a state of real calm, of equanimity.

Walter looked down at himself, kneeling before Albert’s door, holding and attempting to use a set of lockpicking tools he had once ordered from Amazon out of curiosity, but which he had never been able to master.  He pulled the torsion bar and the pick out of the lower lock, looked at them, and thought, “What am I even doing?” Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 11

Roughly an hour had passed since Albert had last left the bathroom.  He had eaten, and he had drunk his cup of coffee, and he was quietly scrolling through some of the stories on the Google news page, when a feeling of strange disquiet rather suddenly grew upon him.

He lifted his head from his contemplation of his home computer screen and looked around.  His small living space was fairly well circumscribed, and almost all of it was in view from any other point within it.  There really was no place for anyone or anything to hide—at least, nothing much larger than a spider or an occasional roach.

Nevertheless, he felt a sense of unseen threat, or at least some worry, developing.  He looked down at his forearms and was mildly surprised to see them riddled with goosebumps. Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 10

Albert awakened quite early the next morning, which wasn’t much of a surprise, considering that—as he now realized—he had gone to bed barely an hour after getting home from work and had fallen asleep not long after that.  At some point it seemed he had laid the book he’d been reading on his bedside table, though he didn’t recall doing so.

He looked at his bedside clock—a relic of sorts that he kept despite the fact that he could use his cell phone or computer for the same purposes it served.  It was just before six in the morning.  It was good that he hadn’t actually needed to get up in the middle of the night to check on the response to the question he was supposedly going to ask, based on what he had told Walter.  He had certainly not set any alarm. Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 9

Though he slept well—a fact that he relished, since he’d not always been a good sleeper, especially since his divorce—when Albert awakened, he didn’t have any new ideas about how to approach his situation.  He felt the pressure of being perched in the middle of a three-way conversation that was going at cross-purposes and at different speeds and that wasn’t easy to keep clear in his head.

He got up and took his shower pretty much as usual, deciding to use a bit of the shampoo from the newer, larger cup to wash.  He didn’t want to use too much, since he didn’t want to limit the surface on which the V-42 could write, but he felt it was good to test it, in a sense.  He didn’t really doubt that the reproduced—or new, or whatever you wanted to call it—shampoo was just as effective as the original, and that it would do the same good for him, but having the personal experience, he thought, would help him feel, rather than merely believe, that fact. Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 8

Albert was silent for the rest of the drive home, which was not terribly long.  He didn’t think anything clear or precise, just felt a vague sense of contemplation, something that he supposed was almost a Zen-like state.  He was a bit surprised that he was not more nervous than he was, but then again, he felt stronger, more confident, younger—those things had to affect his mental state and acuity, and not just in helping him remember JFK’s youthful medical issues.

Even if the shampoo didn’t directly influence his nervous system—and he didn’t see how it could affect it—just being healthier, feeling healthier, had to have knock-on effects that would improve other aspects of his health.  He thought that he recalled that he had been better at getting “into the zone” when he was younger, such as when he was studying in college. Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 7

That evening, as Albert was getting ready to leave for home, his phone chimed.  He looked at it and saw that it was Walter who, not waiting for Albert to call him, had decided to ensure the conversation and so had called Albert.

Slightly irritated, Albert accepted the call, not waiting for Walter to speak, and he said, “Hey, Walter, I’m just getting my things together to head out.  Let me call you from the car.  I can never seem to get the Bluetooth thing to connect right if I try to do it while I’m already talking to someone.”

In his turn, Walter also did not provide any pleasantries.  He simply said, “How long do you think it’ll be?”

This irritated Albert a bit more.  He could call Walter on his own time, when he wanted to call, and it was awfully presumptuous of the man to ask for time parameters.  Still, as he had reminded himself before, Walter had done him some real favors.  After a breath, he said, “Probably about five to ten minutes.” Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 6

When he got to his house and went inside, Albert felt hesitant to go into the bathroom and see if his second experiment had worked.  He took a bit of time changing out of his work clothes, turning on the TV, fumbling about with another microwavable dinner, and so on, but there was only so long he could put things off.  He had to use the toilet, for one thing, and he couldn’t put that off until work the next morning at the best of times.  He also needed to brush his teeth before bed, and then in the morning take a shower.  There was no way to avoid going into his bathroom, and so he went.

He walked into the small room and his eyes immediately went to the cup.  There, in it, was a modest amount of amber-orange liquid—and nothing else.  Albert looked at it, stopping where he was when he first saw it, though at that point his bladder was quite full.  He found that he was not surprised that there was more shampoo; he was past the point of disbelieving in the stuff, given what had happened.  But there was at least something about the situation that was a minor shock. Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 5

Albert decided to have his dinner before trying anything with the V-42, largely because he didn’t want to let himself get too excited.  It would be only too easy for him to try Walter’s idea and then sit and stare at whatever he threw together, hoping to see a change.  He wasn’t sure that he understood everything that Walter had been trying to communicate, but it seemed to him that, if bacteria and mold and yeast and the like could take food from their environments and make copies of themselves, it wouldn’t be entirely unreasonable for tiny, designed machines to do so.

Of course, he had to let himself accept that, even if Walter was right and the shampoo was actually a collection of numerous tiny devices, that didn’t mean they would copy themselves.  They might just be—what…programmed, designed?—to clean someone and smell nice and…well, and fix their appearance and health.  Even thinking about it seemed impossible, but he’d received so much positive feedback from people at work on his appearance, and Walter was also involved.  It helped him feel less that he might be going insane. Continue reading →

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Extra Body: Chapter 3

Albert left early for the lunch meeting on Sunday, eager and even slightly nervous about seeing his friend.  He’d had abundant energy the day before, so he’d gone for a walk, done some chores around his place, and gotten a head-start on his laundry, since he wasn’t going to be hanging around during the day on Sunday.  He had even gone to a small local restaurant for his dinner, by himself.

Ordinarily, he would have been a bit self-conscious, thinking it was pathetic for a fifty-year-old man (plus a few years) to be eating out alone on a Saturday night.  That night, though, he’d felt fine about it.  The evening air was pleasant, so he had walked to the restaurant, and he felt more than satisfied with the available options.  He enjoyed a glass of wine with his dinner, feeling only very slightly affected by it, and when walking back to his house afterward, he thought that, just maybe, his waitress had been flirting with him. Continue reading →