The Limbo Chronologies

Hello again Reader, As promised, I’m here to give you an account of my little arctic fishing trip. Without further preamble I’ll start immediately with the beginning of the journey. (Also, I’m listening to the Heavy Weather album by Weather Report while writing. You will see why this is funny). 18/3/2026 On the morning of the eighteenth, I did my normal shebang of breakfast and writing, and around eleven my friend, came to pick me up, and off we went toward Kilpisjärvi, which is far up in the “arm” of Finland. Note: the reason why it is called the “arm” is because the shape of Finland, for those of you not in the know, is that of a woman. We made a pitstop in Haaparanda Sweden, ate lunch and got some extra stuff for our trip, then continued up with only one piss brake, arriving at our one-night lodging around 20:00. Lodgings were like a hostel: separate rooms with shared kitchen and bathroom spaces. Our room was the size of a cupboard with one bunkbed that groaned and creaked lik...

  Hello again Reader, From your temporal perspective it is past Nicholas who is writing. Presently present Nicholas is somewhere far north no doubt skiing and ice fishing and yapping with a good friend. Possibly wondering if this is going to auto-post correctly. But as an older past Nicholas promised, today’s past me is going to give you something to hold you over until present me returns from his little adventure. (He sure keeps filling his schedule with things other than writing). And that something is an essay- Concerning History, Both Fictive and Real We live in a world chalked full of micro-consumption. Bursts of data are shot through our cornea to contend with the limited processing power we possess. In the world of creatives, this is in equal parts a boon and a curse. You might find singularly unique creations to inspire you, or, regurgitated factoids about fictional universes that do nothing but strip the actual value from the original work, (as from the Lord of the...

Hello again Reader, Today marks one week out of six that I’ve been back on land. Five more and I’ll be back AT sea. Time flies by too fast… I’ve finished the short story, and though I’m happy with it, I feel that it could be better (as every writer feels about his or her work). But, regardless of whether it’s satisfactory or not, I will be returning to the Limbo Chronologies! Shortly… Vacations within Vacations Photo by Ninara Back in summer me and a friend of mine from my Burger King days planned a trip for the following winter. We would go far up north to Kilpisjärvi , (see image for reference), and spend a week or so hiking and ice fishing. The planned trail is a little under 100 kilometers, (62 miles for you across the Atlantic, or 187476 long cubits for you in the years B.C.), so the trip in total, once you include driving there and back, would be around 6-8 days. Now, technically we’re in spring already. In Finnish we have a saying: “Maaliskuu maata näyttää,” which is r...

Unrelated photo   Hello again Reader, If you are reading this on Saturday, 7 th of March, it means I’ve been able to post this before I’ve signed off. At the moment I’m about an hour and a half away from berthing, and I’ll be hopping aground and going to the train station soon after. Timetables, as they always do, have hopped skipped and bumped back and forth and only now, with the pilot on board and the quay in sight, can I confidently say that I’m going home today. Originally I’d be on my way home by now, on the train back up north, but due to the ever-fickle nature of maritime schedules you’re receiving this around 12:45. Also, as a sidenote, the terrible curse of the “final night of contract” struck me BAD. This curse sees one have the worst nights of sleep before crew change, and in my case I didn’t sleep a wink, meaning that as of writing, I’ve been up for thirty odd hours give or take. So forgive my typos and weird phraseology. Honestly, most of this post, (apart fr...

Hello again Reader, It is Saturday once more, and it’s the last day of the month! I only have a week or so, (give or take depending on the schedules. Most likely give), before I go back home to see my lovely girlfriend (whom I miss dearly), and to the peace and quiet of solid, non-rocking earth. And, of course, nights of sleep that are more than 7 to 7,5 hours long. I plan on taking my lovely miss to some fancy place and have some good food, then surprise her with some souvenirs I got during my quick trips ashore. (I hope she ain’t reading this specific post). Also, last night I saw the 22 ° halo around the Moon, (perks of working at sea), but my potato camera couldn't capture it for it was too faint. Image for reference: Found here You’ve book three, and I’m taking a creative pause from The Chronologies to rewrite the little story I spoke about last time. I’ve forgotten just how fun the rewriting progress is! A magical clarity smacks you in the face and I find myself explaining ...

Hello again Reader, Apologies for the short post today. I’m under a bit of a mid-contract-malaise. Not that anything untoward has happened aboard, far from it. I just find myself a little glum. A gloominess that has become a negative feedback loop of: while working the will to write burns because I didn’t write enough the previous day – get off work; get slapped in the face by fatigue – don’t write enough / good enough per my personal standards – get a little down because of it – go to work again – go to sleep; sleep bad – back to work – cycle repeats. With each cycle I inch closer to almost not writing at all. Sometimes it feels like I’m forcing it. And we all know forcing something doesn’t make for good outcomes. Still, I’m an advocate for keeping up a skill daily, even if it’s with the smallest thing. On Thursday, for instance, I reread one of my novella/short stories which has lingered as a first draft for quite some time. It is very Lovecraft-esque considering the narration is...