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Tomorrow is a 1-80 within my own history on this good earth, Change must be made in order to grow. I can't stand any longer of being bad at my job as a constructional painter.​ But, as with all changes, difficulty lays ahead. Mostly economical.  At about 3pm (Berlin time) I'll be heading over to a guidance counsellor and plan my study format. :) Wish me luck. 

And, as allway....


May Tella show you, and me, mercy.​ 

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The grounding fact is... I like the title Dead-born. Stillbirth, the word in itself, sounds in its vocal appearance to... in lack of words, nice. The meaning of stillbirth is still horrid to imagine to go through, but Dead-born sound harder and more negatively powerful to be told, because of the choice of words. So.. Even if Stillbirth is the correct definition, which it isn't entirely, Dead-born has more of an impact, I think, toward the reader and the story told by the Prophet. In the text, however, I might interchange the phrase between Stillborn/birth and Dead-born. Hopefully without confusing the reader.

And just to clarify the two definitions, Here is one I found from the online medical dictionary;

http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com


  • Stillbirth; A stillbirth is defined as the death of a fetus at any time after the twentieth week of pregnancy. Stillbirth is also referred to as intrauterine fetal death.


  • DEAD-BORN, descent, persons. Children dead-born are considered, in law, as if they had never been conceived, so that no one can claim a title, by descent, through such dead-born child. This is the doctrine of the civil law. Dig. 50, 16, 129. Non nasci, et natum mori, pare, sunt. Mortuus exitus, non est exitus. Civil Code of Louis. art. 28. A child in ventre sa mere is considered in being, only when it is for its advantage, and not for the benefit of a third person. The rule in the common law is, probably, the same, that a dead-born child is to be considered as if he had never been conceived or born in other words, it is presumed he never had life. it being a maxim of the common law, that mortuus exitus non est exitus. Co. Litt. 29 b. See 2 Paige, R. 35; Domat, liv. prel. t. 2, s. 1, n. 4, 6; 4 Ves. 334.

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Me, trying to seem normal. Total failure. Anyway... Taking it for granted that you, my reader, can actually read, I'm starting along the journeys of composing Part 3 (Hens, the picture).

Now, as it goes for Part 1-2, my two trustworthy companions, my living partner and my best friend are about to endure the hatred task of spell-checks, grammar position and the loathed Epoch grammar. My Achilles heel in writing. Don't worry, they'll be thank by non payments and coffee/food.

It took me the better part of 2 months of getting Part 2 in form. Now, Part 3 on the other hand, it might take as long or longer to compose. Mostly because of work, my own energy and the lack of material needed to fill the scenes.

So, here's the thing. I'll be needing to re-create existing scenes, draw out new ones and making them fit. I have how ever a few good ideas, as long as my two companions don't pull my leach to often. Risks most be taken, and hopefully, to you my reader, this will still be a dramatical adventure that you've enjoyed does far. 


May Tella show you mercy.

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At least, that's the new opening toward the dialogue between the King and the Prophet Tella. After re-reading the second to last scene of Part 2 "Forced Water", the sense of Godliness is lacking within the dialogue between these two characters. Studying closer toward other main religious text and encounters that proclaiming to have been speaking with a God, insanity is indeed a tool worth using. Hopefully, these changes will make a greater flow and understanding of her supreme power and twisted nature, as she tries to poison the King's mind with hope and possibilities of salvation.

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As a writer, every day is Monday. No day is a "weekend" or a red day. It's about 8.44 am on a Saturday, coffee's brewing and heading on toward a piece of text I've written yesterday. This face, The pic of me. This face is indeed concern. It's not joyful or depressed, just "uhhh, all right, lets get on with it..." Quite neutral to a morning on a Saturday at 8.52 am.

You, as a writer, will always battle with this face. It may win, but, in the end, so have you throughout your text later on. No one said this would be easy. How ever, if was, something must be going wrong.... Right?

The text I'll be working with today is somewhat psychedelic. As Marcus is trapped in some obscure voided world, he begins a journey he indeed didn't sign up for. The scenes are basically based on my dreams, most of them memories of dreams I'd endured during my childhood. Mainly stuff that you and me dreamt about with fear, stress and anxiety. This scene is a mixture of my inner panic-all dreams. Hopefully, Freudience won't analyse this is a greater extent.


May Tella show you mercy.     

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A turn of events has been taken hold. Started the day with the sun shining, the cat purring and the coffee brewing. And then, it began. 

The phone didn't rang. I did the calling. In the hunt for my report cards from... Well I think the proper term is "High-school", for our Swedish Gymnasie. Anyway, the hunt went on for three separate phone calls for the better of the morning. Doing so has now put me on the waiting list of have the postman delivering my report cards.

On the 8:th of April I've been invited to a guidance counsellor​ to discuss my options of education.   

For you lot whom are reading this blogg and that you yourself is planing a change in career, keep reading. All ups and downs will be recorded in this blogg, along side with my writing progress. 

If any question, please use the comment field. 

May Tella Show you mercy. 

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All beginnings starts pretty much the same for most stories told. It starts with a complex and weird decision done by an idiot. This idiot how ever, in this story, is me. And this story is about an idea that hopefully will change your view on your own life. Today, on the 30:th of march 2015, I decided to change my course in history. But, as for many, it starts tomorrow. Good night. 

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