Man, I'd rather be doing something else, but I risk posting nothing at all for November, and that would not do. Though no one may give the percentage of a fuck in the world at large, that factually pointless should update on occasion at the least does matter to me. Obscurely, and to no utile end, but it does.
Suppose with me, then, that a fairly dry and straightforward update is prefferable to continued silence, and read on. Perfectly whatever three hundred and fiftieth fucking post, sailing on.
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Reading books has been kind of in the shitter, sad to say. I'm nearly halfway through Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, but I've lost steam power on that and broke off to quickly read and be amazed and rent emotionally by Helen Hanff's 84 Charing Cross Rd. Other than that, I've been raising a lot of Pokémon and watching a lot of different Star Wars. Star Wars makes me feel ok. Wrapped up Super Marios Bros. Wonder, which was also very extremely fantastic and good in every way. Slowly working my way through old Kingdom Hearts games in preparation to play the newer ones I didn't get a chance to yet.
Recently I completed my thirty-fourth solar orbit on this planet in this body, and I am pleased to be able to report that I am still raising Pocket Monsters. Soon it will be a thirty-year enterprise, and by 2027 I will be a thirty-year Trainer, if the world should so endure. Rest assured that even if it is from the scant shelter of blasted-out hovel cringing amongst ruins in a post-apocalyptic landscape, I will be training Pokémon, even if I have to write the text adventure on scraps and roll handmade dice myself.
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Writing, yes. Writing books, now, and getting them made, that's a different element. Steps are being taken graphic design-wise by my excellent compatriot to produce three brilliant covers for the three volumes which shall replace all extant versions of my published works. I have condensed my two books of poetry into a single new volume of collected works, titled Asambléa Lux Verdi, with the outlines of the old books preserved and reformatted for improved reading pleasure. The Tetrahedron has been properly formatted and two errors have been repaired; it is many more pages now and actually has margins. Imagine. We shall forget that I essentially put out a broken product; thankfully, it was not one anyone purchased. Haha! Incompetent ike a fox. Finally I have reformatted the Symphonic Minor Heresies, and have decided to append a second collection; the Movement #2 to the first book's Movement #1. Yes. To add further value, I shall add opus numbers to each. Now I simply have to write/finish them, and my works will be condensed into three superior editions. The prior two will be relesed very soon, upon the finalization of the covers; I will produce the planned material for the third as quickly as possible and release it upon completion and review.
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Since I described my office in this text field, I have put up a bunch more art and stuck stickers of various descriptions all over the place. It is vastly cheered and better charmed for protection. I have done powerful magics of late, here and elsewhere, but more spells are required, more power. Timing and energy levels both being factors, however, one must have patience for the arrival of better days.
One must always have such patience ready to hand even at the best of times, maybe.
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My arm is much improved, and I can do pushups again. Pretty keen. I'm doing ok. At least I can do this again.
--JL
