I sit upon a skinny mattress in an aged bedroom. The ugly wallpaper speaks the fashion flaws of decades past, and the old wood of the floor feels like it came from a living being rather than a factory. The creaks and squeaks of the bedframe are the only things that permeate the silence of night time in the country. My sister and her husband are ( Read more... )

-Friday, March 13: Day of the Drive ( Read more... )

Within the last seven days, Jolene and I spent a long while talking about many things. She bemoaned the local cinema's lack of the films she most desired to see, such as Coraline. My sense of plotting (closely connecting to my sense of mischief) activated and I immediately began forming a plan to get her to see it. Even as we continued to speak ( Read more... )

Somehow, the best days are the ones where I don't sit indoors and play ancient videogames. Listening to Avenged Sevenfold while baking cookies for people is so much fun ( Read more... )

Passed forty thousand last night. I've been trying to make each chapter useful and also interesting. Hard to work it out, all the time. Sometimes the things I want to write are really somewhat irrelevant to the story that is being told. One of the problems of having a relatively well developed world ( Read more... )

Nearly all of the Dubois crew has vamosed off to Pittsburgh. They left on Friday and I do not expect that they will return before Monday night ( Read more... )

And now, presenting all the important bits of Pashca (aside from the most important, resurrection bits) in the form of photos. Important items in italics.


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