Friday

Rough Odds

I decided earlier today, based on recent events, that these are the three most likely ways that I'm going to die:

1. House Fire. At the rate I'm going, I'm going to pass out while something is on the stove and the ensuing fire will actually take. Been lucky so far.
2. Suicide. Who doesn't think of it?
3. Hit by a Car. This has only happened once so far, but it can certainly happen again with more dire consequences.


I had an interesting allegory of a dream the other night, but I'm a little hard pressed to share right now. Will do soon, though. Speaking of overcooked, I owe Verano a new pan.

Methinks It Sounds Like an Angry Mob

Since it's been three-and-a-half-months since I've updated here I'm going to make this post especially short.

I am alive, so that's a start.

I'm getting closer to finishing my current work. As of two days ago I have a final image in mind, which means I have begun subconsciously to visualize the end. I knew this would happen after I worked my way over III.iii, which to date has been the most difficult scene to complete. I haven't had trouble writing it; I've had trouble sitting down to write it. The draft is done, however, and with it comes the break of light at the end of a long, zombie-and-vampire-infested night. With publishing hopefully the real horror begins!

It is now 3pm and I have to get ready for work. Thanks for reading!

I will try to get back here more regularly. My computer sucks and as such I haven't spent much time on it. My job sucks and as such I have spent too much time there. The plan is to reach a medium here in the next few months, after my brother graduates and my sister gets married.