My travel journal has been taking a hit, the biography has taken a back seat to history, history has been sidelined by numerous novel ideas that plague a graphomaniac like a band of mad-scamming Hindoo monkeys, and all of that, has been set aside to write a Role Playing Game, which was supposed to be 24 pages and 6,000 words, not 29,000 words over 174 pages.
It is bad enough that I have committed the sin of posting only three weekdays a week in nonfiction, partly from last year’s injury limitations, in part because of the increasing rapid rate of location changes, but largely out of cowardice to post about Murkan impressions in a timely fashion. I have further compounded this craven wrong to you, the readership, without whom I, the writer, am nothing, by posting Battle, the war game in weekday slots.
In my defense, fiction, war gaming and even role playing, are more realistic than current events!
The RPG is titled GRUNT, and is inspired by a week in Illinois with Electric Dan watching Conan the Barbarian and The Northman and playing in an RPG he was running. Although it is in large part inspired by listening to Arrian’s Book 1 of Alexander now 13 times, an RPG, even a historically based one with a real attempt at random combat simulation, is fiction, and should therefore run on the weekends.
GRUNT will be serialized every Saturday beginning on September 14. There are 15 installments of the complete free game. I am partially inspired to do this by the fact that over half of the top 50 most read articles on the site are gaming items, with some as high as 50K! This is a shame though, that for every man who comes to this site for history, combat and observations of Murkan decay, that ten read my gaming pieces. In that light, GRUNT has been designed to get rid of a good 25K of those gamers who have never boxed, brawled, been hunted by hoodrats or used a nubile slave girl for the purpose God designed her!
Yes, GRUNT begins with the rape of the hero’s slavish mother by his warrior father and the planting of her with his seed, the protagonist, a grunt, who will probably not survive the first session of play.
It is, entire and free, the second edition of a twisted project I spent a month designing and writing for the reader to wonder at, shake his head, maybe play, and hopefully develop into something more playable than what I am able to design day dreaming on a train with pen and paper and meditating at this nice lady’s kitchen table over coffee.
In order to repair my repute as a writer of fallen letters, I have decided to write and schedule an almost timely Fake & Destroy Creep State Critique the next to the last, and possibly the last Thursday of each month. I am reserving Tuesday and the remaining Thursdays for James Anderson and other guest writers.
September’s post, scheduled for Thursday, the 19th is:
Out on a Limb
As The Crackpot Sits and Cowardly Grins: 8/20/25, Utah
Subject Headings
Nerd Autist Synod, Creep Inseminators of America, Fumble Bum Inc., For Information Twerkasses Only, Wyoming Shade, Gun Locker America
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October’s Post, scheduled for Thursday the 24th, is:
‘Zombie Nation?’
InTheseGoingsDown Wonders if the American Mind has Been Gasstripped: Utah, 7/27/24
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Coward that I am, there shall be no timely post for the end of Hovember, I’m sorry, Yovember, no Grovember—how do we spell that evil month?
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Finally, on Thursday, December 26th, as Kwanza begins:
if I have survived the season of blunder and fakine and remain among the mesmerized gaslit subjects of this tranny nation, I shall schedule an end of year commentary, an impression, not of the news, views and unmentionable rhyming Ws, but of the low-down side of this tarnished, yet glittering whore of nations, from the perspective of the bottom economic 1%.
Yes, math does fail me, unless it aligns with my fingers! But, I can divide by ten, and since it now requires 100K of annual income to sign one’s name to a house, I find myself squarely at the bottom 1% of Murkan humanity—which is kind of nice. Aside from the mystique of finally realizing I am a 1%er, I have noted that my hosts, struggling to tread economic water with a house upon their shoulders weighing ever more, regard me, all of them, not with pity, but with envy.
Towards that end, as my travels wend east, I intend to focus on History, completing The Son Of God, an impressionistic narrative of Arrian’s Alexander, to also complete this journal, titled TRASH: A Journal, and to complete writing A Gaslight Knight, steampunk novel, starring Young Richard Barrett; intending to complete those three books before 2024 is either killed or transmogrified under anesthesia on the gender reassignment operating table.
The year is fairly scheduled out for Patreon, Substack and this site. It is hoped that this autumn may be devoted to putting those 73 unpublished books into print for my grandchildren and the Brickmouse & Bride, who sustained me through last year’s crippling event.
Thus far completions on the year are:
2024 Completions = 9
-GRUNT RPG, Role Playing Game, at at 28,810 words
-In These Parts, Biography at 18,210 words
-Ball of Fortune, Plantation America, at 25,967 words
-By Zeus, Ancient History, at 18,300 words,
-Nihil, Science-Fiction novel, at 14,497 words
-Battle, Table Top War Game, at 19,278 words
-Fay Away, Journalism at 31,772 words
-Shrouds of Arуas, Ancient History, at 135,446 words at 830 pages
-SPQR, a Science-fiction Novel, at 58,221 words
If my plans go as intended, that should bring 12 books on the year.
The Son Of God, other from a few sidebars to appear on jameslafond.com, will post on Substack.
Plantation America is posted out to year’s end, with a focus on the life, adventures and bondage of American Patriot, Isrаel Potter.
Novels I am currently actively writing, which will post on Sundays through Year’s end are:
… A Gaslight Knight, Steampunk
… Nat Star—Timejacker!, Science-fiction
… Morning Road, Horror
… Trove of The Murderess, or Yusef of the Dark, Fantasy
The other 15 novels can wait on the moldering back shelves of a muddled mind…
Thank You, all of you!
James LaFond, Kamas, Utah, Monday, August 19, 2024
