Hi all. I'm writing this mainly to let you know that I am not dead, but I am rather busy (probably so much so that the state of being dead is not far off). I have had a rather hectic week, which is not particularly unusual, although it has impeded my ability to write much of use.
I have pretty much decided that The Witching Hour needs massive revision, and extension, partly because I feel all the stories have more to offer (I for one don't want to see the children of St. Jacinta's Orphanage get eaten...), and partly because it allows me to roll a whole bunch of otherwise miscellanous and random material together with some cause for cohension.
Also, my father's aunty passed away, which has led to great consternation as my grandfather (being rather idiotic, as he is) blames this (as well as many other things, such as general ailments) on my father. I suggested to Dad that he may as well take up black magic and hex the old bugger, and at least in that way the abuse would be deserved. He was disinclined to do so.
In other news, I have had a little bit of a downer the last few days, as it feels like the world is out to get me (again, the paranoia sets in). It seems to me that no matter what you do for some people, and how hard you try to make things better or happier for them, you are still liable to be blamed or shunned for the smallest thing. A recent example of this hit home, especially when followed up with being told I should stop trying to "fix" things, and just leave it all be. So I did. And I am.
But I'm still a little taken aback, and if you meet me in a dark alley in the next day or two, be nice, or you may get shivved.
Blake.
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