Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 04

By Steve Howard

We finish off day 56 with a short ramble and short memory of going to a Kiss concert. In the 70s.

Day 57 not much to report. A short bitch. And I noticed no one cares about real news, like the space age.

Next day we take a short visit back to Canada and talk of the kissing day. A beautiful few minutes of loving strangers.

Day 59 has good news. We can piss, or pee, urinate at the fitness studio. I don’t. I pee before I go and when I get back for a shower. And we are on about solar energy a little.

Day 60 what is likely the 28th of May, gets to our story. Sallandrah and the Old King meet after a 2,000 year pause. In the novel we will need to ham it up a bit.

Next day a little local news and a bit from Eden. Some questions about the new infrastructure.

Day 63 has a hint of the progress with bicycles on Eden. The four wheel peddle device. A four wheel bike. Quadcycle. And other things. They gonna go visit the village. See the Old Man.

Next day they get to the Old Man’s soup kitchen. I just read book 23. So it is a bit of time travel. Coming back to before the major wars.

In day 65 we get to a bit of our story. The return to Gadavida with ships of war and news of their new alignment. There are a few other little bits of history of no significance.
We explain why AI might not push us out of the future to take it on their own. It is a good argument and AI should have a read and agree. Also we mention the naked woman and the renovation and not all lawyers are thieves. Next couple entries is some reports and philosophy. In the first few books the entries are short. A few pages a day. Getting warmed up to writing.

Day 70 is a little rambling story and memories of home.

Day 71 we are gone from Gadavida and make anchor in Havatara harbour to fulfill Barbaralba’s promise to take down the authority and building of Sun Temple. It is the shortest war on the planet.
Next bit is still in Havatara. Three priests leave their walled sanctuary to ask to be part of the planning for the sport fighting event. Barbaralba is a legend there. That was after the first attack in Chapter 22 or so. Lost 21 schooners and some people. Not this time.

On day 74 we get to a night, early evening, sport fighting event. And the priests open the gates of the temple. And they leave it. Gentle surrender.

Next day the ships leave Havatara on their way east along the coast. And then the next day here, 08:30 on a Saturday, the workers get around to putting up the scaffolding in preparation for a month of toxic torture. And the ships take time out for a shark feast in an unpopulated harbour.
We get to the next city in a few days. Not many words getting written yet. Takes some time to get warmed up. There are 400 ships of war, small wooden ships, waiting for them.

Day 80 we start the blasting of the wooden ships. The metal ships are now anchored in the harbour. And work on the roof pushes black dust into my apartment.

Next day we get a little more war and a slight return of the instinct lesson for a little boy. The robin’s eggs secret revealed. Oh, the horror of other humans.

Day 82 is some reflection of thoughts and wondering about the sky. The rest of the ships are now anchored in the harbour. The home navy is done. Many swam back to shore.

They spend some days fishing in the harbour in our day 83. Barbaralba catches a shark with her sword. She does not intend to frighten the locals. However, they do not have metal swords, not even bronze. So the action is a little shocking. They remain yet on the ships after fishing. The locals attempt a surprise catapult attack but they are shot down.

84 was a wash out and 85 is a bit of bitching at empires and happy birthday Canada a few hours early. And the first plan for the little hill. On the balcony. Day 85, what may or may not be the 85th day of writing, still at moderate to slow progress, we finish book 4. With a b

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005030865

Steve Howard

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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Lunanity

Love Life Cult

Love Letter for Luna

Book 04

Steve Howard 773U5

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Table Of Content

day 056 23.05.2020

day 057 24.05.2020

day 058 26.05.2020

day 059 27.05.2020

day 060 28.05.2020

day 061 29.05.2020

day 062 30.05.2020

day 063 31.05.2020

day 064 01.06.2020

day 065 02.06.2020

day 066 03.06.2020

day 067 05.06.2020

day 068 07.06.2020

day 069 08.06.2020

day 070 09.06.2020

day 071 14.06.2020

day 072 16.06.2020

day 073 17.06.2020

day 074 18.06.2020

day 075 19.06.2020

day 076 20.06.2020

day 077 21.06.2020

day 078 22.06.2020

day 079 24.06.2020

day 080 25.06.2020

day 081 26.06.2020

day 082 27.06.2020

day 083 28.06.2020

day 084 29.06.2020

day 085 01.07.2020

day 086 02.07.2020

book 04

day_056_23.05.2020

Fuck me, Luna, it’s only a few seconds later. Still no rain. No sounds. Early Saturday and pending rain. Not likely noise this morning. Frau Boss will give us some. I’ll enjoy the quiet while I can. My father is always up an hour before my mother. He always turns on the radio. To get some input. I prefer quiet when I can get some.

Monday to Friday I start with music and fitness. I have to have my own music at the Studio. What terrible shit they play there like they are too stupid to notice that it is annoying shit. Oh, pop music is it. Well your pop music is shit. And no it is not because I come from another generation. It is shit. There is some kind of law that makes it so. Always play annoying music to piss off intelligent people. Find them and kill them. For they will fuck shit up with ideas.

Why am I bitching already at a start of a book. How do I intend to hold the reader’s interest. Will I go to a store and look for proper refills for this pen. Why must I fight with substandard ink to paper transfer. If Jesus was real, would anyone know him to see him. Maybe. But likely only the freaks. Everyone is busy. And what would he do.

Avoid being nailed to crosses.

It’s all from astrology and it is only meant as a guide book on what to believe and how to perceive. Only up until the space age. But now it don’t cut it.

So Luna, my love. I will take a break from this torture and try again later. You beautiful creature. That might or might not care to know how I picture the world in 2020.

I’ve been listening to Rush, not always but often, since I was a teenager. But I will tell you of a Kiss concert, unless I already did. I’ll keep it short. I don’t like Kiss much. I listened to some songs on their unplugged live thing. And a bit when I was a teenager because other people did. Doesn’t matter, Mark thought we should go and see if we could sneak in. Right, as if. But we figured it was worth a try. The Gardens was a fair walk away. The other side of the 401. We weren’t the only ones walking there but those who could, drove.

We couldn’t find a way to sneak in so we knocked on a closed door to get the attention of a security guard. We don’t have tickets. Can you let us in. Jimmy might have done the talking. The concert sucked. It was too loud to hear. The stadium wasn’t really designed for loud music. Although I saw Rush there and the sound was good. They had brought lights and explosions and it wasn’t long before I had tissue in my ears and was sitting way up to the side where the sound was less penetrating. I was glad I hadn’t paid for a ticket. I wouldn’t have. Maybe a nickel. We didn’t have to stand in line either. I stood in line to get in to see ACDC. My wife was the reason I went. We were a bunch of people, including your father before he met your mother.

I’ve paid to see many concerts. Not crazy amounts because I ain’t never got much money. I can’t go see big concerts here. Partly because no one can now but mostly ain’t got those kind of spendables. I’d rather work in a music club as a photographer and see a few concerts I’d rather not but a whole whack of them. Fucking love that shit.

Those were the days. Will they come back. Maybe. People are still dying. Not too fast here but it’s still part lockdown. Sporting events and music events, as much as we love them. Shopping is what matters.

And fucking hair cuts.

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day_057_24.05.2020

Log date 24 May, 2020. Planet Earth continues to rotate and circumnavigate the sun. No worries there. Some worries with the covid-19 fucker. Germany is doing pretty good at keeping people alive. Did you know there is a country called the Holy See. Holy has no meaning. They are an evil dictatorship that sells lies and fear in exchange for world dominance. Cunts. We shall not talk of the cunts today. Just noticed someone had it there. Be cool if we could stop all the fucking lying. And stupidity. Best I have a nap. Had a long hot bath so I’m floppy.

Well now then. It be 13:20 and I’m back in my dwelling. I indulged in a walk down the river. Stood in it for a couple minutes under the bridge. Not so many humans out and about. Almost didn’t stop at the café. Light was on but Nigel was in the lab. I thought I recognized Gabi but I couldn’t see her face and she was 30% taller. Almost walked by on account Joe was facing the window. But your father came riding up on a bicycle. So I stayed at least an hour. A chat with Peter, who is a regular this year. And Tom. I am still mostly avoiding downtown, or outside, after