The Limbo Chronologies

  Hello again Reader, Christmas came and went, and I hope you all had an amazing time. Hope you all got some good presents or bought some for others yourself. I for one got a Christmas tree coffee mug and some clothes from my girlfriend, and a pair of Christmas themed pajamas I’m currently wearing and will wear even when the season is over from my stepmom. Both cup and pajamas are as tacky as you can imagine (love it). The past week has been nothing but running from point A to Z with each letter in between as a pit stop. I moved back north on Saturday (got my deposit back, yay!), and since I’ve had my hands so full that I’ve only managed to squeeze out an hour or so of writing a day. Book three is advancing, though, and I think the stress of going about and letting my mind rest from writing has helped in advancing the story. As I’ve said before, book three is going to be shorter than two, more condensed, and though the arc will seem to have little to do with the grand scheme ...

Courtesy of my shitty Gimp skills   Hello again Reader, Slam the brakes! How is December going by so fast? Just yesterday was the first of the month, and now you’re telling me that we’re already two weeks in, chestnuts roasting on an open fire and all. Impossible. Compared to the November marathon this has been a speedrun. In just one more week I’ll be moving back up north! I can’t quite process the fact that in just seven days I’ll be sitting in the car with my dad with a trailer filled with my things, driving up eight hours back to my hometown. I’ve lived here for three and a half years, give or take, and though I’ve been eagerly waiting for the move, it just doesn’t feel real now that it’s so close. I only have one more week here in this 20 square meter cell with the loft I sleep in. One more week of solitude. One more week of the life I built here, then, never again. I’ve no intentions to move back this far south, so the day I leave is the day I leave. Sure, I’ll have to ...

Hello again Reader, It’s December! Lets go! And to celebrate November finally ending and the season of Saint Nick beginning, my body decided to crash out! I’ve been suffering from a heavy fatigue since Monday, and I’ve no idea what the root cause could be. I’ve gone to school and the gym and done all the things I need to do in a day, teeth clenched if need be, barely awake, and I’ve finally managed to get to the weekend. I write this now with bleary and dark eyes as I sit in my bathrobe with a Moomin  cup half full of lukewarm coffee  beside me. One of many I’ll drink today. Though I’ve slept nine hours undisturbed, I feel as though I’ve been up for days. Though my screen is at almost minimum brightness and my MS Word is in dark mode, my eyes ache as I draft this post. I’ve not put up any new chapters. I’ve not had the time nor the energy to go through them with the care I want to show and which they deserve. This is a one man show sadly, and the titular one man isn't i...

Hello again Reader, So, the first block of Book two is out! Poor Jaques, he’s been through a lot hasn’t he? He really isn’t suited for all this action. I hope I don’t put him into more situations that he’s not made for… I say as I laugh maniacally at the pain in store for poor old Jaques. I kid. But for real, the tone of the Limbo Chronologies is something I tried to set at the very beginning, which I hope I made clear. It’s a strange world where parchment paper and digital brains, candlelight and energy weapons exist at the same time. Things are terrible, but people go about as though everything is fine. Body and techno horrors abound, and people are more machine than man. Grimdark, weird fiction, hard sci-fi and high fantasy have always been inspirations, but to stamp the Limbo Chronologies with the grimdark tag, or with any of the other aforementioned genres, is a stretch. It’s not depressing and oppressive enough, nor are there the hopeless elements that so oft mar the blea...

Hello again Reader, November just can’t end fast enough. I feel like this month up till now has been squared in length, but thankfully a couple unexpected snowfalls have reminded me that December is right around the corner despite my warped perception of time. The glum darkness will give way to sparkly lights and morally acceptable materialism in no time, then dawns a new year. (After 31 days of mandatory Mariah Carey suffrage, of course). All I want for Christmas is to get back north and leave this twenty square meter apartment behind me. By the 19 th I shall have finished all my courses, God willing, and be free to move out from this small city by the sea. By no means has it been a bad place to live, but it’s just that all my friends, and of course my lovely girlfriend, are not here. The latter is visiting me now, so I apologize in advance for the short update today. Chapter 8 is up as promised, and I’ve read through the entirety of book two and I’m deliberating on posting it ...

Hello again Reader, I once again must apologize for falling short on my promises. The PDF is yet to be formatted, but the good news is that I’m giving you the first chapter of book two, no matter how little I like it. The first draft of book two is very, VERY, raw. There are a lot of contradictions and weird plot threads. The pacing is wonky, and it only really gets good near the end. I think the reason for this comes from the fact that I sat on book one for almost a year before doing anything with it. I’d kind of forgotten a lot about the story and the characters, (especially details on the world building), and while it helped reading through book one while writing book two, I feel as though I made too many mistakes. I’ll still release it as is, for it would take way too much time to give it the massive rewrite it needs. That is reserved for when the first draft of the entire novel is finished. I just have to cringe and let it out there and hope for the best. Book three on the...