An update of sorts.
I really, really want to make this blog into something people can follow. Building my brand and all that, ahead of the publication of my novel. Thing is, between work, seminary, family life, and writing said novel, I’m super busy. (Half the week, I leave the house at 6:45 AM and return at about 9:30 PM.)
We all go through seasons in life, and some are busier than others. This is one of the busy ones– the busiest, I think, that I have ever experienced. I’m not complaining, mind you. I haven’t been bored in weeks. But I could certainly use any prayers that one feels like throwing my way. In return, have a free chunk of Buddhas Dream of Enlightened Sheep, coming from Castalia House this year:
“Now,” I said, “I’m aware that this is not the most subtle or least embarrassing way to go about this, and I’m well and truly regretful for that, but I’ve had a rough night and I’m going to have a hell of a lot of paperwork to fill out, so please don’t anyone make it worse by getting ideas. I’m in a shootin’ mood.”
“Ellison, is it?” the old woman said. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re obviously not someone with the right set of permissions. Our identities were randomized for privacy.” She tilted her jaw upwards and smiled a little. She was good at haughty, and it looked like she’d had plenty of years to practice.
“Jeez, lady,” I said. “There are brown dwarfs brighter than you.”
Hestia smiled behind her hand. The old woman didn’t see it or didn’t care. She was busy turning pale and wobbling unsteadily. You see that sometimes when folks find themselves staring down a bakufu authentication certificate. Allergic to being caught.