I’ve got you my pretty, and your dog is long dead.

I love that line, and the bit that comes after it. Since i just finished cleaning up that section, i think it's in chapter 15 or so; it all blends together after awhile. I have such a hard time keeping track of the numbers, but that's a minor concern compared with getting done. But that section is done, i hope, I went back to the conversation chapters mostly out of fear, but actually realizing if i was gonna lay out some plot concrete, now would be the time to go from dribbles to thick lumpy clumps. Yeah, like, i know, weird huh.

The events that the title eludes is something that won't be expanded, or reconciled until much much later. Whatever happened to Dorothy Gale is something i have in store for somewhere towards the end of what would be the second book or somewhere in the third. Since i have the last few pages pretty concrete in my mind, it's a perfect setup, guessable, but that's my assumption.

My point being that this post will be all about the land of Oz. My favorite books to this day, and I'm always dismayed that people are really only familiar with the movie. Which makes my job that much harder. I think the average person doesn't know squat after the first book, which really sucks. No clue about the Nome King, Mombi, or the governmental makeup of Oz.

If you think about it, outside of one movie (return to Oz), the Oz mythos haven't really moved forward since that Ruth lady finished her series of Oz books. Even Wicked goes nowhere, and I'm being serious here. Wicked goes to the past, lashes out at continuity, and calls the Wicked Witch a lesbian. Please, now who in their right mind can see Dorothy and company insinuate that the Wicked Witch of the West is some sinister crotchety old lesbian a la lizzie Borden.

Lots of people actually, i haven't decided if this is a good or bad thing in regards to my own project yet, but hope springs....

I've always wanted to tell an Oz story, what happened next, and so on, but it wasn't ever only about that. To be honest, Oz barely makes up ten percent of the pages that will be the first book. Despite using Ozma as a major character, the main villain, if i can call him that, and the direction of the story, only use Oz as a vehicle and distraction. That sounds more trite than i intended, but Jake Fastet, as the story lunges toward its final coup, is intent on traveling in a complete earth based direction. In my mind, I'm trying to leave it open whether or not if he makes it to Oz at the end of the book. For awhile, i was going to have the ending be Jake landing a few yards shy of the Emerald city, a kind of TADA ending. But that is doubtful, well more than doubtful, but that would be telling. It's not even what you're thinking about, you're probably wondering who Ozma of Oz is, and that sucks.

At the end of the day, it's obvious, i hate Wicked. Not only does bathing in mile sound like a contrived detail, but Munchkins don't have gay anal sex. You can mix gay and Oz, but just not like that, it isn't too hard. Thinking about it, it makes perfect sense. If a gay person found their way to Oz, they wouldn't be having inappropriate relations with the munchkins. There's a story there, but i don't think I'm the type to write about gay things. If you know me, and have read this far, you're probably laughing right now, go ahead, yuck it up.

This has been a fun book, yes, it's more work when i clearly have enough, but i can look at it, and say I've done good. There's only so many times that i can go through everything with a fine comb making sure everything moves in the right direction. I wonder if there's too much in there. That's a complaint i look for when i find a reader, but nothing like that. Sometimes i rush, i can see it in the pages sometimes, makes editing last longer, but at least i catch it.

There's a scary story i heard as a child, it sums up my experience with this project perfectly. There's a house out there, and as you walk toward it you never get any closer to getting there. Even if you run, the house always seems to pull back, farther away from you. That damn house is the last chapter, but i've gone and cloned myself so either it's surrounded, or the guy in back is going to get trampled. Sounds like a good ending.

Be good all

A pile of notes

My desk is full of this ridiculous paper. It wont take me long to get through them, most are confined to a hundred page span. It's just like I'm behind on these things, but i cleared up some time and by January, i should be fine. I got real close to finding a new reader, something I'm currently searching for, but, La Rouse e La Damme, all was not meant to be (I have no idea what those words mean.) Hopefully, these next few weeks should be more flexible. On my dry days, I can do the final stabbings at the stuff that's written. The stuff that i got is good though, at least to my eyes. I'm really not having major trouble. With the heavy weed whacking done, my worries over pacing issues were just in my head.

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Stories can be big or small, and I've always wanted to tell a big one.

A story about God, Jesus, America, and the Land of Oz. This is it.

Is there an American identity, if so, what is it? Does it follow the line between left and right, is there an up and down line, or do you have to believe in one of the various deities that continuously tear at our world with their human and spiritual manifestations. We're all familiar with Jesus, the first chosen messiah, but whatever ever happened to him. If the skeptical amongst us accept that the bible was written my man, then it's certain they don't know where he is holding up, waiting for the moment to return. To make matters worse, if one messiah didn't convince the world the benefits of peace and love, why not try again, and again, as many as it takes to make the world a better place. Maybe he's been doing this for centuries. It's hard to believe God stopped after the seventh day.

Ah government, some of us can live without religion, but none of us can live without the government. Or is it that we aren't allowed to live without Leviathan in our lives. One man, Jake Fastet, is going to test those boundaries, and push for all it's worth. Why, because he likes drugs, books, and being left alone. Leviathan has never liked any of those. A young man with just enough interest in politics to make him sick, is going to fall for the common fallacy that he can save the world from the many tangled grips of Big Brother.

Jake Fastet, who desires to escape his own self destruction in the city of Chicago by running away to college. The bad decisions keep multiplying. He left the city to get away from his gang banging friends, but sadly, they are unforgiving. Headed by Jake's best friend, Angel Del Mara, she is biding her time, waiting for a chance to stab Jake in the heart.

Vasili, it was only yesterday that he clawed out of his hole under the earth, and before the first breath of air was taken, he knew, this time it was his turn to try and change the world. Only two people stand in his way, Jake Fastet and Ozma of Oz. He only has a limited amount of time to strike before the forces of heaven realize he's out. He moves fast, subjugating the Land of Oz, a place to hide from God's eye. Only then does he turn his sights to Jake's little town, and with a willing accomplice in Angel del Mara, it should be easy to wipe out the threat Jake and Ozma pose in his mission to sever the tether that yokes the world in bondage.

Too bad Jake Fastet is an antisocial twit, who's more interested in conquering America than traveling to the Land of Oz and stopping Vasili.

Just a few random excerpts

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Jake Fastet, Political Science major on the run

Jake Fastet, pronounced fast, isn't comfortable with labels. Asked to define himself, he would look at you, eyes trembling with social anxiety, but an answer, no. There is no answer because Jake is unable to accept any label or common political identifier, still bearing scars from the last one; when in a fit of piqued youth, he accepted the notion that he was a conservative. His personal mental confusion continues ever onward in hopes of once again reaching that heavenly plateau that we call sanity.

Our hero wasn't always caught up in mystical adventures, and magical lands, he was simply a guy hard at work, and partying hard. Regrettably, he discovered it wasn't enough to work, take a class or two, party every night, and expect to get somewhere in life. He had to go away, and make something of himself.

If these normal banalities weren't enough to put a hustle in Jake's step, there was Angel Del Mara. Having crossed his former best friend, and her posse of inebriated hitmen, Jake is even more determined to get out of Chicago, and hide in a nice quiet college town.

Unfortunately for Jake, college towns aren't known for peace and quiet, but it's the thought that counts. Against his best intention, or because of them, Jake earns the notoriety that comes with unconventional political thought. Before the crowds can pitchfork him to death, he may discover there is more going on than his pathetic attempt at life. There is Vasili and Ozma, both finding themselves in the vicinity of Jake's small college town, and racing to beat the other to him.

Jake's parents and the government under the stairs

History tells us a lot about the rise and fall of nations, but so can B movies.

If nothing else, the government under the stairs typifies random B movie fare.

Rebbecca and Frank Fastet work for the government, but not your typical federal/state/municipal/other agency. They report directly to Washington D.C., several miles below the surface. Underneath D.C., if the onerous presence of overzealous laws, regulations, tax codes, and bullying civil servants, and yes i mean cops, wasn't enough, then you should see what they have downstairs.

How many times have you've seen a movie, or read a book, where some monstrous creation, such as zombies, comes slouching out of some government lab, and heralds the end of the world. Too many times to count, it's a good bet that if the end of the world is nigh, or zombies are walking out of what is suppose to be an abandoned building, then it is safe to say that we've reached the point in our lives where government has too much power.

Their mission statement seems harmless enough, to protect the world from supernatural threats, but, by now, we should know where this leads. If you were wondering why taxes in the U.S. are just as expensive as the taxes politicians bitch about in Europe, then look no further. Two governments equals one European socialist government.

Rebbecca and Frank's job was simple, monitor and report about the life and abilities of their prime subject, Jake Fastet. Unfortunately for them, Jake Fastet will prove to be more trouble than any child is worth. Assuming the role of Jake Fastet's parents, they keep him under observation, waiting for tell tale signs that he may become active, and with mauraderous gang bangers breaking down their door, that may happen sooner than they think.