The Limbo Chronologies

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...

Hello again, Reader, As promised, this week’s post will have nothing to do with the Chronologies as such but rather it will be a different piece of me that I’m going to share with you. Now, I shall get a little vulnerable here, so be nice. The topic at hand is imagination, and the fear of its loss. There are times as a writer when you sit down and you stare an empty page, be it paper or digital, and nothing comes out. The mind is in a state that monks from sects all around the world train their whole lives to achieve, that state being entirely blank… I cannot express to you how vacuous my thoughts sometimes are, and on those days, if the phenomenon were to stretch by, say, a day, and at worst into a week, a sense of loss comes over me. It is a curious loss; one I’ve struggled to bring into words. If you’ve ever broken an arm or a leg and subsequently had had to live for weeks with the unfortunate limb entombed in a cast, you’ll know, in some measure, what that loss feels like. ...

Hello again, Reader, This post will be the shortest to date, and for a reason. This has been long in the making, and I’ve been promising it for you for too long. So without further ado:   Art by Leo Nuutinen Draft 1.0 PDF   Here it is. I sincerely hope you enjoy the amount of effort I’ve put into this project, and all the effort I shall put into it in the future. I shall now be moving all the chapters of book four to the Table Of Contents page, where you will also find another download link for the PDF.  Remember, you are allowed to share, but not to sell, if you need a refresher on the rights, check this Link. Please do share this story. The best way you, Dear Reader, can support me now is to share this to as many people as you can. Let The Limbo Chronologies be seen by as many eyes as possible, for, as I’ve said before, though you are only numbers in my statistics, I know you are there, and it is the only way I can track that someone is reading what I put d...

  Hello again, Reader, It’s nearing the end of my third week aboard. I’m on a steady sleep, work, write/rest/read, work and repeat schedule. Even though I say I’m writing, to be honest, I’ve not been working on book five AT ALL. Instead, I’ve tickled my imagination with other things. The fifth book, first in part 2, remains in the aether, in the mental ZIP-file, and I know from experience that the longer I wait the more I have to wade through the data to catch hold of the string that leads to the end. But, that’s why we’ve notes. So, presently book five is in a bare conceptual stage of one line images that will come to pass in one way or another on the page. That’s not to say I don’t know what will happen. I do. I know the end of the story, all the way from the beginning with all its permutations in between. It’s a long one. So, I’m not particularly worried. What does this mean? It means that I’m taking a little break from working on TLC. It doesn’t mean I’ll take a break fro...

me when melatonin   Hello again, Reader, Bit under two weeks aboard and I’ve finally gotten my sleep schedule in a headlock, though wrestling with its stability is quite the ordeal. But with melatonin as my sponsor, (though I try to avoid its use), I’ve managed to hold the advantage. However! I have managed to, for once, do (most of), what I’ve set out to do during my eight hours of off time between watches. That being the compilation of The Limbo Chronologies Part 1, draft 1.0, and even study some Latin! As of now only book four’s final chapter has yet to be added, so the document, formatted in a nice and readable way, comes out (without the last chapter), to 221 pages including title page, rights explanation, dedication, and a table of contents. So expecting around 250-260 after I add 4-5 to the mix. Crazy. I’m not even done with the story yet. And I have some weird things planned for once the party gets to the Alpine outpost, and far weirder things that have been hinted ...