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May. 17th, 2010
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Okay, I just wrote Sophie about The Chalice. It was a tiny follow-up note to see where the book stood. Here's hoping I get a favourable note back from her. Great Goddess, I hope so!
I'm listening to OTO by Fluke right now. When I first heard this album in 2000, I was flabbergasted by its beauty and otherworldliness. It's a shame that Fluke never caught hold in America, but what decent band ever does? England gets Fluke, America gets Nickelcrap. Boo.
Finally, I got the Apostate's tale inserted into The Blood Crown's narrative. If people read The Blood Crown, they'll now have an idea of who and what the Apostate is. I picture him as someone who took advantage of his natural power to the point of damning himself and anyone within his proximity. He's the only character in my books that cannot be redeemed. Even Cadmus can be redeemed. Will he be?
The knee is still on the fritz. The longer it takes to heal, the more concerned I grow that I've done something in there that requires a doctor's attention. My dream at the moment is to become fabulously rich so I can go to Europe and get my knees replaced in style. I would then hike throughout Europe, singing German travelling songs until I reach the coast of France, at which time I'd ferry over to England. Once in England, I'd trek onward to Swindon and refuse to ever leave again. And they all lived happily ever after. Amen and The End.
Finally, I got the Apostate's tale inserted into The Blood Crown's narrative. If people read The Blood Crown, they'll now have an idea of who and what the Apostate is. I picture him as someone who took advantage of his natural power to the point of damning himself and anyone within his proximity. He's the only character in my books that cannot be redeemed. Even Cadmus can be redeemed. Will he be?
The knee is still on the fritz. The longer it takes to heal, the more concerned I grow that I've done something in there that requires a doctor's attention. My dream at the moment is to become fabulously rich so I can go to Europe and get my knees replaced in style. I would then hike throughout Europe, singing German travelling songs until I reach the coast of France, at which time I'd ferry over to England. Once in England, I'd trek onward to Swindon and refuse to ever leave again. And they all lived happily ever after. Amen and The End.
