Monday, January 30, 2017

IB4 Word Count

I'm sad to say the writing process of Infinite Book 4: Recovered Dreams has been remarkably belabored. Mostly on account of my life since 2013 being filled with work and relationship issues, and especially on account of my life taking a serious nosedive over the course of 2016. So, all I have to show right now is the following word count:


I'm still banking on a 2017 publication date, however, due to my life being so derailed right now that I've nothing to do but write.

Infinite Book 3: My Truest Fiction clocks in at only 63,213. Considering the ocean of experience this follow-up volume is set to cover, I'd estimate its word count will be well over 150,000.

Words. Words. Words.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Friday, January 27, 2017

A Letter Never Sent

-- What follows is what will most likely be the final words of Infinite Book 5: Recovered Dreams (2017):

A Letter Never Sent

I can't. I couldn't. And for that I am truly sorry. I was never the father to A or E they needed. Nor was I the husband to Bella she required. I thought I could have been. Might have been. But I simply was never enough. Not strong enough. Not patient enough. Not even demanding enough to finally become what I needed to become.

And then there was Caroline.

How could I?

That question is as pure as it is accusatory. It points sharp fingers at Bella and me. Fingers I'd rather not acknowledge at all.

And, honestly, right now (on this subject at least), I have... no... more... words.

D. C. L.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Something Person (?) al

So. 2016 was one seriously pathetic year for moi.

After my girlfriend/would-be wife (once upon a time) passed away in Lompoc (while I was living in Santa Maria), I wept and carried on as best I could. Attended a symposium (of sorts) in Ojai on Spiritual Emergence in February (?) and did my best to keep working in the recovery field. However, my employer was unable to give me enough hours or enough pay to maintain my apartment, so I moved back south, only to discover one incredibly weird series of events. People might say (and perhaps rightfully so) that I came unhinged. Still, I would (and still do) adamantly disagree in terms of who (or what) might be on first base in this here particular baseball game of reality.

So. Had an apartment for a while. Got kicked out (for unsubstantiated reasons - but let's not worry about that). Oh, and before I was forced into homelessness, I was "arrested" by the cops right in front of my apartment door. Never read any rights. Never officially arrested. But, still, after I was thrown on the ground, questioned a bit and then "allowed" to get in the cop car, I found myself incarcerated for three ridiculous weeks. First at Wells and Etiwanda (West Valley, SB). Then carted around from jail to jail... i.e. San Bernardino, West Valley and Victorville (or someplace in the desert north of Mt. Baldy).


Fun times. And, if you don't know this by now, I tend not to like the word "fun". Kinda annoys me in various ways.

And now I'm in Long Beach. WTF? Considering Long Beach is associated in my mind with "friendly" betrayal... can anyone say drugged for a night of... huh? (2002) - I think... and also a previous civic residence of the parents of my now-deceased gf/w-bw.



Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Testing and Hoping...

Well, since I seem to have lost access to my web-presence (having lost all access to both infinitedot @ yahoo . com and dclawrence650 @ gmail . com), I'm kicking off three new blogs.

This one: D.C.L - Infinite Books

And the following other two blogs: