I’ve spent the last week, 7 days, at my brothers every day from 4 to 9 watching him taking care of his mom.

It’s why I’m writing late.

Took the time when I got home to watch Real Time with Bill Maher. It’s that I always agree with what he has to say, however he calls bullshit on everyone that’s bullshitting.

That is what I appreciate about Bill.

At times Bill is the one that needs his bullshit called out.

I’d like it if someone could call me out for my bullshit.

That’s the thing, I write fiction, meaning I lie all the time, but you know I’m lying.

The commercial break is just me writing shit.

Soul vampire.

It’s a character that has special meaning for me. The man who respected women too much. It’s my life but with a twist.

Can you imagine a creature that can suck your soul, and you couldn’t tell the difference between the vamp and a human.

This is a Solomon James, a soul vampire whose lived several life times.

This character is as dark as it gets.

It’s a character I started writing for a few years ago, before my stroke. Coming back feels good.

I’m going to take tomorrow off.

18 weeks with out a break, I can take tomorrow off.

Before my stroke, I wrote 4-6 pieces a day and wrote 7 books.

That I’ve written everyday for 18 weeks lets me know I’m doing good on my road to recovery.

That I’m telling you this, I’m stoned as fuck and I ramble when I get stoned.

Sue me.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.