The Limbo Chronologies

Hello again Reader, WE ARE HERE! Book four has begun and there is also a little secret once again hidden somewhere in the links. Hint: + and - As before, Book three has been relegated to the table of contents, and Book four is on the sidebar for ease-of-access. But for you, my dear reader, here’s a link to Chapter 1 of book four. The party has made it to, and out of, Roma Prima, (huh?), and are on their way to the Alps! Also, as always, weird things happen to our cast of characters. This time, specifically, Jaques. (Go and read to find out). And Buddy decides to share the whispered myth of the Conclave’s origin with everyone, much to Rousseau’s displeasure. On the Conclave (SPOILER ALERT!)   The Conclave, as an idea, came to me in bits and spits while going about mundane tasks. Say, filing taxes, fiddling with the post when an order goes missing, or during long and boring Teams lectures or meetings. To me, the most horrifying things in the world are bureaucrats. So, how...

  Hello again Reader, We’re in April, which means summer will be here SOON. But before that, I’m going to have to head off to sea for another six week rotation. I should be going sometime around the eighteenth, so I’ve still plenty of time to write TLC. Speaking of, I’m on the last chapter of book four! Crazy, I know! So, expect a new chapter, in which whispered myths about the origin of some of the bigger factions of Dead Earth come to light. This weekend and the following week I’ll finish up book four and do the zero draft for 4-1 so that I can get it to you come next Saturday. Here is a sneak peek: What could Jaques be doing? Also also!! (By the way, this is my version of P.S in my journals. The amount of ‘also’s’ enumerates the order or emphasizes excitement), the surprise! Yeah, that one I’ve been on about since many moons ago. THAT surprise might be coming to ya relatively soon. So… well… don’t hold your breath. My Thinks I’ve been thinking and pondering things la...

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...