Greetings, Vincent!

First, a quick note on a slight alteration: I was reading over “moon codes” and decided to swap the last two “stanzas” (if you can call two lines a stanza) of # 6… I think it flows a little better, ending with “nun”. Hopefully. Reverting back to the questioning for the final two lines just didn’t seem to work as well as it did a few months ago LEAVE IT EXACTLY THE SAME BECAUSE IT IS BETTER THIS WAY SOMEHOW. Ugh. >_<;

Secondly! I was going to recount some adventures in my History of Literary Criticism course, but I might save that for when I’m feeling a bit better. Bad back, you know. Also, I am inexplicably exhausted after a full day of school. Good things, I’m sure, will come of it… eventually. ^_^; For now: gonna lie down and try to read some Atwood, in lieu of proper schoolwork. I get paid tomorrow, and so am planning (once I pay my bills) to head back to the university and pick up what I can afford of the required reading. Just remind me to avoid buying lunch in the caf.

(The punchline is that it’s awful.)

In the coming apocalypse, when man has lost the power of refrigeration and a tremendous stench covers the land, I shall miss the simple joy of cooled grapefruit juice. Yea, verily.

That is all.

Bonjour, Vincent!

(I have decided to refer to my audience as “Vincent”. I imagine that anyone named Vincent must automatically be intelligent, and as I have never known a Vincent, I shall assume that my theory is correct. Kindly keep all evidence to the contrary to yourself! My grasp on reality is feeble enough as it is, being a poet and all.)

So, Vincent, I have delightful news for you! I have written a poem. It isn’t very long (hooray!) and it doesn’t rhyme (HOORAY!!!) and it is right here. I was inspired by an argument I once had about the nature of Poetry, but we can talk about that later, if you’re sober enough. (I also imagine that Vincent has a recurrent alcohol dependency.)

The point is: I wrote a poem! I am also working on the next chapter of The Wall—-yes, I know I’ve been saying that for months now, but I swear, it’s really true—-in which we meet a new character. (Spoilers: It’s Bishop and he’s my favourite. ^_^b) Also trying to flesh out some of the details of the Boardwalk area, most notably the following:

• Prostitutes
• Giant glowing cleaner-fish the size of large dogs
• Street-meat vendors (rat, pigeon, bat, etc)
• How to deal with the ungodly stench

So far, the prostitutes are proving to be an invaluable resource, but I’m unsure of their dental hygiene. I have, however, finally accepted that the city cannot be ENTIRELY cut off from the outside world, as I’d dreamed it would be–so I have grudgingly made plans to write four “gates” into the story (though one of them, Westgate, is in the sunken part of the city and therefore unusable). It is still extremely hard to get in to or out of the city without the proper paperwork, and thanks to bureaucracy, you can imagine the process to apply for and then be granted access to such papers. Thank god.

Also of note: I have worked out the details behind Troy’s father’s death, as well as a dramatic family secret! Dun dun dunnn. No spoilers on this one, I want you to guess. ^_^b

Well, Vincent, it’s time for me to head off to bed. You’ll note that I’ve called this a “Journal” in the hopes of keeping it mostly centered around updates and changes and such, but if it starts to devolve into some crappy “blog” thing filled with links and YouTube vids, please remind me that my personal life is boring and tedious and I have better things to do with my time.

Or you could just play SUSHI CAT until your eyes bleed. That’s always fun, right? ^_^

Thank you, and goodnight.