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Mow and the Monkey God . . . Why She Had to Go.

There are many things on the To Do List of the Champion of Gaia, Mow Yen. The most pressing being, befriending the different Gods and Goddesses of the lesser Earth dimension: 3.51. There in the 3.51 dimension, everyone is working to shift the Source-Consciousness to make it the Alpha Dimension but not all are standing in integrity.

The one God that Mow most want to meet is the Monkey God, Sun Wukong. This is the God of legend and she knows his legacy is the ability to follow one’s dreams by accepting life’s challenges and giving them something to fear. In his younger days, he was the Demon Monkey King that had to be tricked by the Buddha in order to gain stillness. This imposed stillness enabled him to begin his journey of the self by accepting the offer of the Goddess of Mercy. Her offer? Join an early tradition party which would proceed on a journey to the West for some Buddhist Scriptures.

Hundreds of thousands of centuries have passed since the party went its separate ways and Wukong ended up in the 3.51 dimension. In that time, he has matured into a wise Bodhisattva that is working with Gaia- even if his instincts are telling him that maybe it would be best if they worked apart. Without going into details (that’s what’s Dinner with the Monkey God will expose) Wukong has agreed to meet Mow if she comes to his home on the floating mountain, Sophia.

Receiving the invitation, Mow knows that she must go. Things aren’t rosy with Gaia. Dealings with the ruling deities are less than promising and Gaia has Mow on a short leash. The only good thing going in Mow’s life is her marriage to the Demon Lord, Donnie.

Mow know that Wukong knows what it is like to be in a position where a master is less than becoming to the ideas and behaviors of a student. Creating an inch to visit and befriend the Monkey God.

Mow left the 3rd dimension to come to the 3.51 and before she regrets and pleas a case for her death, she wants to talk with someone whose walked in her shoes. Her husband knows that she must do this alone and is praying that she finds whatever she needs to remain by his side, fighting for the elimination of poverty and excess; of individual ownership of land; and of the old consciousness on the many dimensions of Earth by bringing God-consciousness to them all. The very things she convinced him- and his horde -to strive for.

Nobody wants her to go but no one seems to understand her frustrations. The Money God does and maybe he can mentor her so that she can gain peace with Gaia and her duties, because as Gaia stated when Mow was Agape, “If you weren’t the one, you wouldn’t have made your way to my front door.”

That’s why Mow must go see the Monkey God. May peace be with you.

Thanks for Listening!
Sabrina Louise Andielle

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Female Lead, A Girl for my Protagonist

I’ve been building/brainstorming my current WIP for a month now, but until an hour ago, I didn’t have a love interest for my protagonist. Let me just get it straight now, I’m personally not against love and affection. I haven’t told love to pack his bags and hit the road. And I understand fully that the fiction audience has come to expect a good romance storyline during any coming of age novel. With that said I couldn’t for the life of me come up with someone who would properly fit. I didn’t want to just have a place holder, you know, a cardboard cut-out of a girl that would sit and wait for my main character while he had fun saving the crown and land. I wanted someone that would be an equal to my protagonist, if not better. She had to be strong enough, wise enough, that she would know when to speak, what to say, and how to say it. So, I put the task of a girlfriend for my 18-year-old main character on the back burner.

As I carried on with brainstorming this manuscript, from the creation of a completed premise to the early drafts of a plot skeleton, I hit a wall. What was the protagonist motivation now that I’ve taken everyone he cared for away? I mean I killed everyone and the death that hit the hardest was committed right before his eyes. What would get my protagonist to get out of bed and even try now that he knows he can’t trust those who were charged with keeping him and his family safe? Would the love of the crown motivate him to put his life on the line? Would someone so self-centered care about his people and the legacy that is now his by birthright? Probably not to all these questions. I needed someone he would hope to save from the assassins that killed his family. I needed someone whose words could convince him to step up and be a man, be a king for his people. I needed someone who didn’t have all the answers but was willing to stick their neck out for the very reason they were pushing my protagonist to think and act outside of self. Ah, the girlfriend.

A girlfriend could see my protagonist cry and not feel the need to stop his grieving. A girlfriend who was trained to be a warrior could help him fight. Hell, I made her hobby studying war history so that she could advise him in the war he’s in; because after all, he is facing a native warlord, a militarized federation, and a group of assassins. I describe her as a lovely girl, beautiful in her own right. So, he’ll want to kiss her. They have a history together as he was there for her when her sister committed suicide over flunking out of the His Majesty Royal Academy for Girls. She knows his friends and except for two get along with them pretty well.

So there, I have a love interest that isn’t a curly sue. She is not perfect but she won’t back down from this situation knowing that if they hang in there just long enough allies will come in and help revenge the Turner family. But that’s a paper for another day. Until then know that I’m pleased with finding both more forward-moving plot and a kick-ass female lead.

Thanks for listening,

Sabrina-Louise

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