I Need Some Recomendations

I am feeling lazy again with my watching things. I did start Inside No. 9 last week and the first episode was quite interesting. I might go back to it when I’m not so lazy. Fixing the pictures on my site is going well. It’s still going to take me a long time to change those pictures from Photobucket to Imgur, but the Chrome extension, Fix Embedded Photobucket Images, just made it a little bit easier for me.

Meanwhile, I’m waiting for American Horror Story: Cult to start up in two weeks. In the meantime, I am looking for something new to latch onto to help break my laziness and get me back into the rhythm of watching my backlogs again. Anybody have any ideas? Comment below in the comment section. While you’re at it…

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City Lounge: London (Book Two, Chapter Eight: Wondering)

Chapter Eight: Wondering:

I did some thinking as we rode deeper into East London. Sophie stared out the window of the moving cab. In moments like this, I wonder what could’ve been between us. I missed those days in university. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t think any words would fit the situation. Instead, I let my mind wander back into the past.

Some of our friends didn’t understand why we were together. On the surface, Sophie looked like one of those posh girls who belonged in prep school. Some of our schoolmates tried to suggest different pop bands of the 90’s she should listen to. Sophie always looked like she wanted to vomit when she said a Take That album cover. More

City Lounge: London (Book Two, Chapter Four: Sophie the Queen)

Chapter Four: Sophie the Queen:

-Paul-

Even tonight, Sophie still has a strange effect on me. Seeing her face changed my plans for tonight. Initially, I had just planned to go with the flow of playing crappy pop music for the ladies tonight. (My soul was dying in the process). But when I saw her face on the monitors above, something inside of me took over. I began to think about my own music. That day with Sophie started up my passion for music again.

Before I knew it, my fingers took over the DJ Booth. Something inside of me told me not think, but feel. I counted down to when the last Sam Smith song played out. My mind chanted Massive Attack.

Massive Attack. Massive Attack. Massive Attack Massive Attack. Massive Attack!

Before I knew it, “Angel” started floating through the club. More

City Lounge: London (Book Two, Chapter Three: Forced Girls’ Night)

Chapter Three: Forced Girls’ Night:

-Sophie-

I didn’t want to be out here. This was all Carrie’s dumb idea. She called me up just as I had finished eating dinner. I thought I had put my mobile on silent. I just wanted to stay in for evening and watch some TV.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Sophie!” someone cheered on the other line! I held my phone from my ear.

“Carrie?” I asked. “What is it?”

“I’m going out with Rachel and Rose to Club Oasis tonight!” she bragged. “Why do you come out with us?”

“Why?” I asked.

“I won’t be fun without you,” she said. I rubbed my forehead. Did she have to use that line on me? More

City Lounge: London (Book Two, Chapter Two: High Night)

Chapter Two: High Night:

Jay wasn’t kidding when said that Club Oasis was posh. Only the rich people came out here to party. Just looking at the line made me feel much poorer.

“Uh… How did you find this place?” I asked.

“Just looking around,” Jay said.

“And how did you book me a gig?”

He snickered and tapped the side of his nose. “I have skills, mate!” I resisted the urge to laugh with unease. I don’t like where this is going. How the hell are we supposed to get in with a line that long? Before I had a chance to argue, Jay dragged me across the street. More

City Lounge: London (Book Two, Chapter One: Creative Force)

City Lounge: London

Book Two

Chapter One: Creative Force:

-Paul-

I have to work tonight.

I’ve been on a high flow of creativity for the best week. I keep coming with dope beats and I’m not able to write them down fast enough. Every time I come up with the foundation of a new track, I see Sophie’s face. Meeting her again gave me a new passionate to make music again. My room is starting to be filled up with notes of music notes and lyrics. (I haven’t written lyrics since third grade.) How did Sophie give me that much energy to make music? I can’t seem to stop either.

This morning, I woke up wanting to make music. In my shower, more notes for the bass formed in my head. The more I got into the music, I started to see Sophie’s face. I about jumped in the shower. More

City Lounge: London (Book One, Chapter Fifteen: New Old Beats)

Chapter Fifteen: New Old Beats:

I ended up walking home about six in the morning. My body wanted to pass out on my bed, but I was already thinking about a new mix. Spending the day with Sophie woke up something inside of me. Part of me hoped that I would get to see her again soon.

But what was that we had yesterday? That certainly wasn’t a date. She would’ve come out and said so, wouldn’t she? I shook my head. Sophie wasn’t sneaky like that. Now, Zoe would pull something like this. That’s how I almost ended up marrying her. (My mates threw me a dodged the bullet party after I broke off the engagement and distanced myself from her.)

I did my best to push that crazy cow out of my head. She was one of my worst exes. I try not to think about her. Quick, I need to distract myself before I end up in the fetal position on the ground, wishing for death. More

City Lounge: London (Book One, Chapter Eleven: The Antique Shop)

Chapter Eleven: The Antique Shop:

We finally made it to the antique store. (Sophie had to about drag me out of the store. I felt like a little kid who didn’t want to leave.) To her delight, that antique was still around and open. I looked at Sophie as we stood at the door.

“Refresh my memory,” I said. “Why do you like this store so much?” Sophie smiled as she rolled back her shoulders.

“They have always had neat things,” she said. “Some of it looks strange and some of it looks beautiful.” She walked inside without a thought. I stood there, blinking.

“Okay then…” I muttered. I still followed her inside. More

City Lounge: London (Book One, Chapter Ten: The Old Music Shop)

Chapter Ten: The Old Music Shop:

-Paul-

I stopped in my tracks.

“What is it?” Sophie asked.

“There is one more place that we have to stop by before we go to the antique store.”

“Where?”

“That old music store around here. You know the one. The place with all the vinyl records.”

Sophie gave me a weird look. “Think that place is still around?”

“Only one way to see.” I shoved my hands into my pockets and began walking further down before turning left. Sophie ran to catch up with me.

“Paul, wait!” she yelled. She caught up to me before I crossed the street. More

Welcome to 2017!

Here we are into the new year. What shall we look forward to in 2017?  Well, there are the usual projects to look forward to. In fact, I will add a new chapter to the City Lounge: London book this week. I am working on an update to Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”. I keep finding more news events to put down on the list. Once I get enough events, I need to figure it out to back it together. I have about six more years to fill up before I can to do that.

I want to focus on writing more smut. I already have two short pieces being looked at on a writer’s board. For now, I will wait for feedback and try not to be lazy this time. Plus, I want to write new material. It’s burning inside of me, but I have to get it out. I need a way to get it out! I will have to see and try not to be lazy at the same time. Wish me luck. I know I can do it. Hopefully, new creativity, ideas, and inspiration will crop up and move to write better than I did last year. For now…

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