Sunday, February 23, 2020

Three month old Pomeranian, in sunny East Florida, author



Athena Veritas Alexander
During the day, I build cabinetry for 70' luxury yachts here in Florida. Athena waits patiently.

In the morning, 5am, Athena whines in a high-pitched squeel, expressing her objections to my leaving. After a few seconds, the objections stop, and she goes to the master bedroom and sleeps on part of my robe that hangs from the bedpost, onto the floor. I usually return to the house about 3pm, and I apologize for my absence by playing in the back yard.
She takes me around the yard and shows me things that interested her during the day. We have a doggy door. Usually, it's a branch from a palm tree that fell, a dead lizard in the grass, or strips of flesh that she stripped from the sides of a banana tree. We usually end lying in the grass, with her head propped on my arm, watching a mocking bird, a squirrel, or the kids playing in my neighbors pool.
After checking for leftovers in my lunch box, I go to my home office to work on things like... this. I have a stool under my desk, and that is Athena's next landing spot. She stays there until I finish, and expects to be carried to the living room. It's a Pom thing.
She's only three pounds so far, and it's funny watching her learn and experience everything for the first time. Today, she learned that she can jump from the back seat in the car, onto the console arm rest, and back. Before... she would fall in the floor and stand there with her face between the two front seats. Today we put down the windows at the drive-thru and I watched her listening to the sounds, and smelling all of the flavors of a busy shopping area.

She likes to dig the ice cubes out of her water bowl. Some she eats, and the rest she hides for later, sometimes, in my shoe.
This afternoon, we took a nap on my bed. Her idea of taking care of her human is to lick my ears and eyes. I often travel with sawdust residue from the shop. She did my ears, and moved to my eyes where I still wore my glasses. I saw her coming and removed the glasses, which she chased all over the bed, as if my eyes were in the glasses.
It's a warm, quiet, Saturday. I think I may open the windows, and go back to bed.
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Sunday, February 16, 2020

Author David B. Alexander, losing it.



The first three books are finished. There will probably only be three books, but I have written  eight or ten pages for Longue Duree IV, before I went blank. I started another book called The Repeater, about an old pocket watch that a gemstone dealer bought at auction. I typed about twenty or thirty pages before I went blank. NOW... I am stagnant. The brain needs to Re-Boot.

I reached up, right now, and slowly pushed the tip of my finger against a minuscule flying insect on my computer screen. I felt nothing, as I smashed its life into a cream, and wiped it from the letters beneath it. I wondered if our Creator looks at us with as much affection. As my eyes are getting tired, and my thoughts have begun to wander, I have lost my direction on this page. I must go and sleep.



Meet my jet. Her name is Re-Boot. Well, she's not my jet! I just pay a share of her expenses to use her when I need her. We're flying SE out of E. coast Florida... and that's all I'm say'n! Maybe I'll send you pictures from my laptop. Maybe not!


I have been here for three weeks now. Still not tell'n. It's not on the charts. Planes only land during the day. There are no runway lights. There are a few other people in this hotel, and when they come in from the beach, the router overloads, so I will keep this short. It's the only hotel on the island. There's one undertaker, one marina, one realestate agent, and one restaurant composed of a kitchen, and four telephone poles, with a roof that would never pass code in the US.

An idea for a book hit me while I sat at a pik-nic table. This island is so crazy, all I have to do is listen to the stories. The book in my laptop is called Insomniacs. I wake up every night, about 3 am here, with a crazy idea that I put on the keyboard. I go back to bed about 8 am, and get up when it gets too hot. I'm 347 pages into Insomniacs.


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Longue Durée, Extending Life 

The three books of Longue Durée follow the crazy life of Louis Bautista. While serving as a delivery captain for a redhead widow, he receives a small package before the man is murdered in an alley in St. Croix. The package was addressed to a research lab in Orlando, Florida where Louis becomes part owner of the age reversing drug that he now possesses. 

Production of the drug made them both billionaires, and almost got them killed. The drug was expensive to produce, and only the elite wealthy could afford it. Politicians, investors, sports figures, and famous musicians, fought for a date for their treatment, while the rest of the world, suffer the present illnesses, and die in their normal time.

In book II, Louis became Louis Montgomery and bought a home and residency on Nevis Island. Nevis is a sovereign island and becomes his sanctuary through all of the books. After the loss of his company, his best friend, and his American citizenship, he returns to Orlando, at much cost, and creates MRI, Montgomery Research Inc.

 Louis is again a billionaire, CEO, a convict, and a scientific research leader. His by-product sales are mirrored only by QVC and Amazon. The original Longue Durée has never been recreated, for the public. Only Louis has the recipe.

In book III, Louis marries a religious girl. Louis has created his new life, and all of his products, with science. He feels even God used science. It was only a matter of figuring out how he did it.

Sandra, a preacher's daughter, is constantly trying to correct Louis, but he fights a good fight, even creating life! Sandra and Louis eventually have a son, and a daughter, but the son is born dead, and brought back to life by more of Louis's scientific research. With far reaching complications, his son will extend research far beyond his father and effect the world, and beyond. Even with Michael's genius status, he still wants to... just be a teenager.






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Monday, February 3, 2020

Louis Montgomery loved his Jaguar FX12. He was having second thoughts about his son.



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Louis is a father now in book 3. His son was born dead. Once again an experimental product brought Michael to life, with long range consequences. He was a genius and a problem teenager.

(Martin calls Louis in Nevis.)
"Louis, take the phone walk outside."

“Okay, I’m alone, now. What’s up?”
“Michael was in a car wreck last night.”
“Is he okay?”
“Yes, but he had a girl with him.”
“The blond that delivers your supplies?”
“Yes, he told you about her?”
“Yes, so, how are they?”
“It was a bad wreck. The news channel said it was scattered over a quarter mile of I-95.”
“Martin! Is Michael all right?”
“Yes. Michael had a few broken bones, and a cut on his forehead, but I talked to him after the surgery and he is completely operational. The bionites saved him. Without them, he may have died.”

“What about the girl?”
“She’s in a coma. Evidently, from what Michael confided in me, she had just given him a blow job across the console of the Jaguar. She has a broken neck, a broken arm, and a fractured hip.”
“You mean the Mini Cooper?”
“No, he was driving your Jag.” (I went silent.) “Louis… Louis… the Jag was totaled.”

“Were there any other cars involved?”
“No, fortunately it was late. Michael said he thinks she accidently pushed the shifter into a lower gear while the car was in excess of 150 mph. It skidded, went sideways, and flipped over and over, until it slid on the roof against a concrete barrier wall near Melbourne. They are lucky to be alive.”

“Make a few phone calls and see if we can buy this police report. Find out if his girlfriend has family, and what we must do to make it all go away. Get her the best medical care we can buy. My insurance on the Jag will cover a lot of it, but I would guess that it will go beyond that, when they run my financials.”

“Louis, we have another problem.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“They had them in the emergency ward before they called me. They have a blood test on Michael...”
“… and the fuck’n bionites will show up in the blood tests. SHIT!”
“Not necessarily, it depends on which tests they are running. The main thing they were looking for was drugs and alcohol. If they stop there, we will be okay.”

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I spent some time on Nevis to validate the manuscript. It felt like I was walking through the pages of my book.

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