The Limbo Chronologies

Hello, dear Reader, I won’t take up too much of your time today! I bring you 5-2, titled: Omen . I teased a little about what will happen in book five in last week’s post, but you ain’t seeing any of that yet. 5-2 is a downtime chapter, and 5-3, the title of which I shan’t spoil, will properly kickstart this next adventure in a series of unexpected encounters. I kinda wanna release the unfinished 5-3 because in its ending I introduce someone who’ve you’ve heard mentioned before, though only by number, and who you’ve seen only at a glance. (Hint, see 4-5, Fury Gorge.) But that’s for next week! The chapters themselves I’ve been writing at a furious, and at times languid, pace, and the story just melds together in my mind so I am constantly jumping back and forth between chapters cutting and editing to make the story  good . Hence why 5-2 is out and I’m sitting on 5-3, while working on 5-4 and 5-3 simultaneously. Also, I hoped you liked 5-1. I know it came out of left field. ...

  Hello, dear Reader, Just a quick update today! Doubt some of you remember to come seeing as Steam summer sales are here. I got myself Civ V with all the DLC, been wanting to play that for some time. June goes well, and we’re soon at the end of it. I’ve actually finished 5-2 but I still need to comb through it and pick out any inconsistencies and major grammatical flaws, so expect it next week. I hope the jump from Bee back to the Verdancy group won’t be too jarring. I’m exploding with excitement writing Book V. Brace yourselves for world building, because you’re gonna get it.   could this image be teasing something?   Brace yourself also for squabbling and high tension situations as Buddy and the rest try to put out flames within the cold Alpine outpost. Why is that? Well, a gaggle of Purists, (only mentioned before (Buddy hates them)), and an Atlantean delegation led by a, let’s just say impressive individual, lock horns. Why? You ask. If you recall, Puris...

Hello, dear Reader, I’m coming at you a little fuzzy today. I just woke up and my right hand’s wrist is very much in pain. I slept on it weird, I guess. The fuzziness and wrist pain, and the little headache that is being presently managed by paracetamol, hydration and caffeine, are all caused either directly or indirectly by last night: It is Juhannus, dear reader, or Midsummer for you purely anglo folk over in the Northern Americas and the British isles, the festival of light! (And no, the depiction of this long tradition by the movie Midsommar is not accurate.) Midsummer is and has been celebrated for a long time during the summer solstice which in the Nordic countries is called the ‘nightless night,’ or the ‘longest day of the year.’ In Finland it received the name Juhannus through John the Baptist, whom the day was given as a birthday by the church. (Other Nordics and some Baltics have Midsummer too, but I am not up for going into detail about them. Go read about it here )....

  Hello dear Reader, I’ve been enjoying my holiday for the past week and boy oh boy how the time flies. Already the first week is over and done with. Five left and then I’m back to making the bread that allows me to write on these blessed six weeks. Here in the north it’s a mix of rainy with a chance of sun. As I write I’m once again looking out the window where gray skies and a light drizzle greet me. I don’t mind the rain, especially during the summer. But! But, but but! The Chronologies The longer opinion piece, a badly constructed essay, that I’ve been promising you is on hold for the time being because… I’M BACK TO WRITING TLC! An overwhelming spirit took hold of me two days ago on the tenth, and the first chapter of Book V began spewing out of me in a torrent of new and colorful words! I don’t want to spoil anything yet, but the first chapter will not be starring the cast you’ve come to know. Hell, the entire milieu is different (but similar). Think ...

Hello again, Reader, I am home! Forty-six days later I’m back in the north, where summer has come humid and rainy. As I look out the window of my lovely girlfriend’s rental apartment window, the sky is a mix of brilliant white and dark gray. Trees are fat with emerald leaves, and a fleet of summer birds hop from canopy to canopy, competing in their personal song competitions, creating a wonderful choir that is the tune of summer. The air is sweet with pollen and the calming scent of wet everything. I’m the type of guy that sweats on humid days by just sitting and taking it easy, but I’m not complaining. I can’t express how wonderful the sound of rustling leaves, (one of my favorite sounds in the world), and birdsong is after six and a half weeks aboard a hulk of iron and electricity; constat vibration and, at times, rocking and rolling to the waves. I do believe in grounding in some measure, for the feeling of plopping my bare feet into a patch of dirt and/or grass just does wo...

Hello again, Reader, May is ending! I turned 27 on the 27 th and had an amazing birthday all things considered. The cook made a delicious Biscoff cheesecake and I had my guilty-pleasure food for dinner. (Mac and Cheese!) Also, an officer and the 8-12 watch, (both my age), made me a horrendous AI slop image using an old army photo of mine for a birthday card. It was hilarious and my heart was warmed from the thought they put into it. Even though I don’t condone use of AI in creative endeavors, I do give a pass for gag-gifts such as this. Also, by next week’s post I’ll (hopefully) be home. Original crew change day was second of June, but due to delays and scheduling issues we’ll have change on either the 5 th or 6 th , which means, if the former and not the latter, come next Saturday I’ll be posting from the comfort of home. And MAN am I in need of a holiday, a very long holiday, as a certain Hobbit once said. And to paraphrase him another time, after six weeks, (and a few days w...