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Almost a year between updates. At least I’m consistent. Too much to recount has happened in between updates. I should stop pretending I’m so busy and let myself write something out more often. This is the cheapest therapy I can think of. And the wonderful part is: I don’t really have to say anything at all. Just having my hands move across the keyboard can be positively delightful.

Writing is probably the only skill I have that has come naturally and without much effort. I’m not even trying to convince anyone that I am amazing at this, it’s just that in comparison to the rest of the dreck I have to read, at least I can make even a half-assed attempt at keeping some flow to my words. And yes, I think I danced dangerously close to having a run-on sentence there.

Graveyard has this uncanny ability to speed up time. For you daywalkers, time passes in a normal fashion (as it should.) For me, my “noon” is a split between two days. My work week passes by about twice as fast. It makes waiting for the next pay day a bit less painful, but it can be disorienting at times. My brothers are the same way, so they say. I guess we have a few vampiric genes shared between us. The main thing that keeps me attached to graveyard is: working alone. I mean that as no offense to my other fellow graveyarder, but there is a peacefulness that comes from being here alone that I can’t get enough of.