Thursday, August 18, 2022

Book Club -- "Hawk Mountain" by Conner Habib

Hello everyone! Welcome back to Book Club! 

Today's book is a special one. I was lucky enough to meet the author of this book, Conner Habib, in a Barnes and Noble not long ago. He was on book tour, and was traveling across the country to sign the copies of his new novel, Hawk Mountain. I sat by he and his boyfriend at the cafe, and had a short but nice conversation about writing with them. And, well, that was that. I resolved to read his book soon, but since I was reading other things, I didn't buy it right away, and he hadn't the time for a longer discussion. It was cool to meet a published author though, especially one whose debut novel had just come out. 

A few days later, I bought the book. Even if I didn't end up liking it, I still wanted to support someone who has a passion for the same thing I do, and had managed to get it published for everyone to see.

All of this is to say, I was NOT expecting how incredible this novel would be. Part of me still thinks there's something wrong with proclaiming that, as if having met the author somehow tainted my initially unbiased view of the story, but I can't imagine that's truly the case. I'd be singing its praises no matter what. 

Hawk Mountain hooks you in with a very simple premise; the protagonist's high school bully somehow worms his way back into his life, seventeen years later, and is making it hell once again. It's marketed as a thriller, and promises twists and tension. 

But holy flying fuck, people, does that *not* do it justice. 

With each chapter, there's a rising tension in the story about what might become of the protagonist (Todd) and his son (Anthony) in having to interact with Todd's biggest enemy (Jack). While the first third of the story is dark and compelling, everything that happens is nothing quite out of the ordinary from stories like this... yet somehow, things still feel different. There are underlying symbols and themes that start really taking shape. Ones that caught me off guard. And once something unexpected happens after that first third, the novel just flies off the rails.

Somehow this thriller about the vulgarity of bullying, and the trauma that floats to the surface when stalked, or when your life is violated by the same person again once you thought to be rid of them, molds itself around unique animal symbolism and the cyclical nature of bigotry that roots itself in society toward the gay community. Or, more appropriately, toward a gay person. 

I am not gay myself, but growing up I watched many of my friends gradually come out of the closet, disclosing to me that they were gay, or bisexual. I was a child in an era (and area) where homophobia was the default -- and while in many places it still is, I'm happy to say that this is changing. Slowly -- as we have much work to do... but even with the biases of a child without the experience of the real world, who lived in a homophobic place, I found myself supportive and accepting of my friends as we grew up anyway. I saw them no differently once they came out, and I detested their families for being so horrible about something as normal and harmless as being gay. 

So while much of this book's meaning doesn't exactly pertain to my own life experience, the empathy in which I understand my gay friends helped me really experience the pain this book attempts to convey. Books like this are hard to read, but in a good way, and they have a lot to say. Given that I usually read fantasy/sci fi (and a lot of classics), and those genres are dominated by heterosexuality, I actually haven't had much experience with books about the gay perspective. Obviously I hope to change this, and Hawk Mountain was an incredible start. 

But that's not to say it has only one real theme. This novel is full of great explorations of many relatable and urban ideas. It has something critical to say about the ramifications of public school. It has something critical to say about society forcing us to repress integral aspects of ourselves. And it has quite a bit to say about fatherhood, and lies. I think most of the novel is metaphorical, but that might be only half of the truth.

I really loved this book. It was dark and upsetting, but I'm partial to that tone, and if you are too, then I HIGHLY recommend it. 

 

 

If you'd like to listen to Conner Habib's podcast, Against Everyone with Conner Habib, then you can find it here: 

 

https://connerhabib.com/against-everyone/

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Sunday, May 22, 2022

The Voyage Departs! I have a new web novel on Royal Road - "Where Sky Meets Sea!"

IT'S FINALLY HERE!

The first chapter of Where Sky Meets Sea is public and free to read! 

It's been a long time coming. For years now I've teased my friends, family, and various mutuals with my long-winded, long-awaited projects, and for once I can finally say, here you go. 

WHERE SKY MEETS SEA: 

Everyone knows what lies past the horizon: the edge of the world. No one had thought there was something to see beyond the line where the sky meets the sea...

Until that day. The day a message in a bottle floated to shore, and was discovered by a young boy named Owin, and his little wolf pup, Cloud...

Adventure awaits in a world of magic and mystery, where things are not always what they seem, once we find what lies beyond the sky and the sea...

I wrote this as a short novel in 2019, over the course of the year. I had always wanted to continue it, because it was very open-ended. Well, after long consideration, I decided to make it a multiple arc story, and post it on Royal Road, on which my short horror story collection, The Many Horrors of Windle Rock, is also available to read for free.

The adventures of Owin and Cloud are just beginning. If you love seafaring, swashbuckling fantasy, then look no further -- a voyage awaits! 

Find it here: 

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/54616/where-sky-meets-sea


Until next time, sailors...


Wednesday, April 13, 2022

Book Club - "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" by Jules Verne

Welcome back to Book Club! 

As a writer of steampunk myself, I am embarrassed to admit that this is my first time reading anything by Jules Verne. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea is a book that has been on my mind since high school, but just due to its writing style and my maturity at the time, it was not something I was able to properly get into. However, I'm coming up on having been out of school for a year longer than I was in it, and a lot has changed. What better time to give this novel another go?

But before we start this review, let me say a few things; I'm currently writing what I hope to be my first freely available serial web-novel. It's a fantasy adventure I call Where Sky Meets Sea, and while the first chapter isn't out yet (as of the time of me writing this), it WILL be available on Royal Road, where I have also published a short story collection called The Many Horrors of Windle Rock, (which you can read right this moment, if you so wish). 

But I bring this up because; in preparation for crafting an adventure story about sailing the seas, I've started reading a lot about ships, piracy, the 1700's, and have also picked a few classic novels to read as inspiration. One of them was Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson, and the other was this very book we're talking about today, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, by Jules Verne. While not a pirate novel, it is about traversing the ocean, and the scope of my story has more to do with seafaring than just piracy, so I figured any and all content is worth my time.

Treasure Island is a great deal shorter than Leagues, and it also has left a much, MUCH more tangible mark on modern storytelling and culture. The archetypal pirate we all know today -- that of a swashbuckling, peg-legged, hook-handed scallywag -- was borne, in essence, from Stevenson's romantic portrayal of the practice. But I regret to say that I honestly did not like that book. I found it to be an absolute slog, detrimentally expository, and often lacking anything that would keep me interested. I didn't give a damn about the story, or the characters, and reading it was just a pain. I want to blame its age, but as you'll soon discover, I think that's not fair at all.

Somehow, though, everyone on Goodreads seemed to love it! Loads of 4 and 5 star reviews. I can't say I'm too shocked by that, it is the classic pirate adventure... but I just don't feel the same way.

What really ticks me off, though, is that when I finished 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (spoiler alert, I loved it), the top review was one of those god-awful, ramble-y, meme-and-GIF infested hodgepodge piles of shit that passes for literary critique on that god-forsaken website. But the worst part was that the writer had the gall to give this book a 1/10. I know I shouldn't care, but I just wanted to rant about how god awful Goodreads is, so let this one slide please, thanks: 

Goodreads seems to encourage a serious lack of critical thought about any given book. Readers on that website treat reads like daytime television, and their reviews are horrible, unfunny, and often written in terrible faith. Nothing is explained in adequate detail; it's never, "it's bad because of: " or "it's good because of:" -- it's just bad, or good. But when we're given an explanation why, it's just "blah, boring, blah, problematic, blah, main character was so handsome, etc," with no real justification. Clique-y reviews that the userbase think have spicy "hot takes," or are full of ridiculous nonsense like ten or fifteen GIF's of some Mean Girls or Game of Thrones character rolling their eyes, seem to be all they want to see, and when a genuinely fascinating book like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea is just a little more complex than, idk, say, Twilight, reading it makes their heads burst into fucking flames. 

- Rant over. I know that was pretentious, I'm sorry - 

So let me balance the act, and tell you why I think this novel was a masterpiece. 

When I started reading this book, I was very aware of how easy it was to understand. It was originally written in French, and I am not ignorant to the fact that any translated story is going to lose some (or a lot) of its original nuance and intention. I can't just learn a new language for every book I want to read though, even though I would if I could, so unfortunately this is a barrier that can only be recognized, and then has to be disregarded. I'm very much a fan of preserving the intentions of what the author says their work is meant to express or be about, and I do not like alternate interpretations, so while there is a swath of foreign content I love (mainly manga) I do have to careful about things that could be misunderstood. 

That being said, going from French to English is, I'm sure, much less of an issue than going from Japanese to English, so for the sake of not making this harder than it has to be, I'm gonna treat this book as if it was written this way. 

Our story opens with Pierre Aronnax, a marine biologist working on the discovery of a "large cetacean," with a luminescent quality supposedly a large horn -- like a narwhal -- that has been spotted ramming into ships. So he enlists on an expedition to find it, and... well... things change quite quickly.

If you know nothing about 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, then I honestly don't want to spoil it here, because even in the first few chapters there is a narrative curveball (with simple, yet brilliant setup) that changes the scope and direction going forward. I don't want to rob you of experiencing that. When it happens, though, the true adventure begins, and Verne takes us on a journey through the world's various oceans, islands, seas, and many such related sights. 

With each chapter, I was pulled into a world of science, and whimsy -- showing me concepts and imagery that are so ahead of its time it's almost scary, while all the while so deeply compelling. Characters walk upon the floor of the ocean in this novel several times, and each time they do I am blown away by such an old book's ability to illustrate wondrous nautical landscapes. When there is adventure, there is peril. When there is exploration, there is education. There are dozens of aquatic species named in this novel, all by their scientific names (which I think is all part of the protagonist's characterization, as well as Verne flaunting what I can only assume is his mountain of research). While there could've been a better job done at describing some of them, I can't help but appreciate the effort it would take to learn about all these animals to put them in the story as properly as they are. But it's not just about the animals, either. Verne has done research, too, on geography and naval history to such an impressive degree that this alone is enough to make the book worth reading. The fact that we got four very diverse and compelling characters in a marvelous story alongside it, is not something to sneeze at. 

I was enthralled by the mysterious motivations of Captain Nemo, and his incredible submarine. I very much appreciated the banter between Ned Land and Pierre Aronnax, as well as his assistant, Conseil. I got a lot out of this story; themes such as the constant struggle of man over nature, and how -- while the feud between men can be left on land, the fury of the natural world can never be escaped -- were in every corner of the book, and thus made for a very rewarding read. 

There's also an event around the halfway point of the book that seems mysterious at first, but later we learn what it may have been only by seeing something else, and the revelation is just... I don't even know what to say, I just aspire to write that way. It happens, we don't really know what it was, but then we have context for it right at the end, and suddenly the character of Captain Nemo starts making sense. Bu the revelation is dark, and thrilling. That's all I'll say. 

I also quite liked the ending of this book, but I can't say why without spoiling the tone, and if I spoil the tone, you might be able to tell what happens. So I'll leave it at that, and one day if I do talk about what happens in this... uh, more than 100-year-old book, I'll be sure to remember the end as a talking point. All I can sat to you now is, please, do yourself a favor and read this book. You will learn not only a lot about the ocean, its various species, and some fun history -- you will also learn how compelling an adventure story (and its characters) can actually be. 

That's all for now. Thank you for reading.


Thursday, November 25, 2021

Book Club - "God Emperor of Dune" by Frank Herbert

 

Dreams are messages from the deep.

 

...

 

Welcome back to Book Club, Fremen. Prophets have a way of dying by violence, and any man who backs into a cave with no exit deserves to die. The prophet that steps up to speak yet finds no escape from the fanatical legions, worshiping at the shrine of Mud'dib's father's skull, will fall to grains of spice upon the edge of a crysknife, precious gift of Shai Hulud. 

Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind --

Yet here I am, typing on my computer, which processes and computes.

God Emperor of Dune is the fourth novel in Frank Herbert's epic Dune saga, and as of finishing I truly think it's my new favorite. Dune is an absolute masterpiece, and one thing I like so much about it is how deconstructionist it is. However this kind of storytelling comes in full swing only after the first novel, and while I like Dune Messiah in concept, I think it doesn't have the same breadth of skill that's present in the very fabric of the first novel. Children of Dune was a good read, but stopped just short of great in some ways. God Emperor of Dune, however, is pure genius -- partly because of how relevant it is, contextually, to how the saga begins. 

Make no mistake, though. This book is masturbatory, pretentious, and obtuse. It's difficult to fully grasp what exactly was going on, and the story is so far up its own ass with weirdness in the setting, the dialogue, the everything, that it is probably far from everyone's cup of tea. 

However, one man's trash truly is another man's treasure. Everything has its niche, and I'm elated to say that God Emperor of Dune is in one of my many niches. I love books that make me think. I love stories that present information through a unique lens, and compound on themselves with one strange twist after the next. This is one of the most atypical stories I've ever experienced. No protagonist hero, classic triumphs, or epic battles to be found. Instead we have a really esoteric, longform diary log, essentially, about the nature of humanity and its pitfalls of faith and leadership, where each chapter is prefaced with our titular character waxing poetic about his thoughts and knowledge, all a guise under the lens of bizarre clone-cross-generational eugenics, thousands of years of feudalism, dodgy Imperium politics, buzzword buzzword meaning! Themes! Themes! Meaning meaning meaning, philosophy?? 

That may look like a dig, but I promise it's not. Droplets of concept in Dune are carried through to the end in God Emperor. The original story's wild tangle of ecology, sociology, and criticizing power structures unwind into each of their own threads, then tie back together through God Emperor Leto II's actions, words, and intentions. And the most fascinating part of it all, to me, is that while he has noble ends, his means are as vile as they come. God Emperor of Dune is a story of lessons, hubris, and a look at the inevitable devil that arises from any one god. When I finished reading it, I went back through my copy of Dune and moved the tabs marking annotations from the side to the top (so it'd fit better on a shelf) and nearly every line I marked was relevant to what happens in this fourth book somehow. Some of them are quite sneakily done, too... 

(For reference; check pages 10, 483, and 537 of the 2020 print/modern English trade paperback of Dune after reading both novels)

It also has a very, very weird romantic subplot -- and in any other book, all of the content written in said subplot would be absolutely atrocious. But once again a unique piece of art proves to me that there truly are no rules; for God Emperor of Dune uses what would traditionally be laughably awkward nerdy-men-writing-women tropes into really fitting portions of the story, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Just due to the nature of this series, it's really hard to talk in-depth about what makes it so great without spoiling a lot of important stuff, so I'll leave it at that. I had to get my thoughts out about it as soon as I finished reading, because it was one of those books that I think I'll remember for years to come, and I want something to point to so I can recall why exactly that is. One final note on that, too; if you're a writer, or an aspiring one, then -- well, first of all, stop aspiring and get to writing -- but I seriously recommend that you read Dune, and at least Dune Messiah after. It's a perfect example of how to write a story that is more than just its plot, as my friend puts it. It teaches invaluable things that you can use in your career -- or hobby -- going forward.

Until next time. I pray to the Old Man of the Desert that you and the water of your kin find peaceful rest and lovely food this Thanksgiving. 

 

- Austin 




Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Book Club - "My Broken Mariko" by Waka Hirako

Welcome back to Book Club! This time, I'm taking a look at a one-volume drama manga; My Broken Mariko, by Waka Hirako.

Normally, I'm not a huge fan of pure drama stories. Good drama in genre fiction is always a great treat, and good drama in general is a pretty unanimous equivalent to "good writing," and even I can agree. But I often find that contemporary dramas -- be it about marriage, abuse, depression, drugs, work life, whatever -- are either flat and uninteresting at best, or trying way too hard at worst. That's why I dislike most of the works by Inio Asano, who is a renowned mangaka that typically makes conventional drama (some of his titles include The Girl on the Shore, Goodnight Pun Pun, and Solanin). I find them pretentious, bleak for the sake of being bleak, and without much actual depth. Movies like Trainspotting, Gone Girl, Dear Evan Hansen, The Fault in Our Stars, etc, are really not my cup of tea.

I bought My Broken Mariko from Kinokuniya on my San Fransisco trip this year (a blog post of which I'm still working on! Writing novels and DM'ing a campaign is very very time consuming!) specifically so I could read and review it for Book Club. It's one volume, it's not that long, and I thought, "eh, sure." 

I'm happy to say I was pleasantly surprised. My Broken Mariko may not be profound or life changing, exactly, but it isn't hollow either. All it really is, is an exploration of one girl's grief at the suicide of her best friend, and her journey to take her ashes down to a cove the two of them had never gotten to explore together. 

There's depth to be found in this story's running theme of mutual burden, and mutual friendship. I say that because it tackles a very painful truth about depression; someone who's hurt, depressed, or sick in some way can be very difficult to help, and support, without putting strain on oneself. (I say this as someone who has not only felt very strong grief and depression, but lives day to day with loved ones whose entire lives are dictated by it). Stephen King's brilliant novel Pet Sematary covers this theme to some degree -- when it comes to physical illness -- but My Broken Mariko has a dash of what it's like to be the only friend of someone whose life of abuse and misfortune has pushed them into self-loathing and self-harm, and what that does to those of us who keep them standing. Or if we, ultimately, fail to.

But in being a victim of such a harsh reality, even the hardest loved one to deal with is more than just their burdens; there is a scene in this manga where the protagonist, Shiino, shouts and screams after getting drunk in a bar. She cries about just how much she misses Mariko, and how nothing was Mariko's fault. That everything was, instead, the fault of those around her, and the weaknesses they used to place blame on her poor friend. This little scene is part of why I liked this story so much; because even with what is said above, there is much more truth in the idea that the pain and worry caused by victims is more often than not a fault in their surroundings, their people, and the world itself. It's a cycle of cause and effect, where effect causes cause and cause is an effect. I think a lot of harder things in life can be boiled down to this, honestly.

Depression and suicide is a really tough issue to cover perfectly. Both in art, and in an analysis talking about it. I don't mean what I say to be all-encompassing, as I'm speaking from my experiences and how that affects my perception of life, and what I've read. There's nuances and conditions in every situation that aren't entirely reflected in all places that depict them. 

Despite that, the manga makes full use of its medium, and captures little tonal shifts (and, thus, personality) that only comics can truly get away with. Things like a silly expression, cartoonish jumping and shouting, all of those little anime-isms that would break up the flow of a serious story if it were in a film or television episode, but can be comfortably portrayed in panels on a page without being too jarring. I liked this added bit of color a lot. It reminded me that I was reading a story someone wrote and drew. Maybe some of you would think this takes you out of the story... I think it's different for a writer, or at least for me. I value the humanness in art. I value its quirks and its faults. 

My Broken Mariko is far from perfect. More chapters, better linework, more time with the concept all could have made it close to such, but as of yet we have this one volume, and we certainly aren't getting any more. But I liked my time with it. If you want to read a short pathos-manga, I recommend it. 

Also there was a pretty cool neo-Western one-shot in the back. 

Until next time. Cheers! And remember; if you're depressed, feeling hurt, or struggling with mental illness, please remember that life is worth living. That you are more than how you feel, and that there are people out there who can help you. I have resources down below, if you need that extra push. Take care.

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BetterHelp - A mental health resource 

SAMHSA - A national health hotline

If you're feeling suicidal, please call the US National Suicide Prevention Hotline; 800-273-8255. Help is available 24/7.






Sunday, October 31, 2021

Happy Halloween! I PUBLISHED SOME WRITING!

Happy Halloween! 

 
 
Not long ago, I posted a Book Club post about Robert W. Chambers' "The King in Yellow," but it was not exactly what it said on the tin. If you've seen the page, you would know that it is, instead, just a grouping of links to The Many Horrors of Windle Rock. 

And... yeah! A long time ago, when I made this blog, I said some of my writing would be available to read at some point. And, well, it's here! It's not in print, or professionally published, but I have made an account on Royal Road, the web novel hosting website, and I've since finished a ten part short story collection. 

The Many Horrors of Windle Rock tell the story of Windle Rock, a coastal village in Ireland, that seems to oft fall victim to the sinister forces of the eldritch. It seems like an episodic anthology at first, but some things do reveal themselves as more connected than they appear. Then, by episode ten, the whole story seems to culminate in... well, you'll have to give it a read. Today is the perfect day.

(Read it by clicking this link right here!) 

I wrote this as a general experiment, playing with horror and its subgenres like cosmic horror (think H.P. Lovecraft), internet horror (Creepypastas like Slender Man, Smile Dog, etc.) and dabbling a tiny bit in splatter horror (like Saw) and dark fairy tales (like the original Brothers Grimm). If that isn't your thing, I don't blame you one bit. But from now on, I'll be writing quite a bit on Royal Road under the username "The King in Yellow," so bookmark it. I'll also have a new page on this blog that will help you find the link! 

That's about it, really. So far the little collection has gotten pretty good reception, so I guess I'm not such a shit writer after all. (If you want to prove me wrong, though, go right on ahead). Until next time... have a positively spooky day!


Friday, October 1, 2021

Book Club - "The King in Yellow," by Robert W. Chambers

 Welcome back to Book Club!

Today we have The King in Yellow, a collection of short stories by Robert W. Chambers. This little hardcover doesn't have them all, and I didn't know that when I purchased it. Even so, it's a nice little book with four very unique stories. If you haven't heard of The King in Yellow, or Hastur, as he's known now in Lovecraft's mythos -- he's a cosmic deity dressed in tattered rags of yellow, frequently also depicted with a mask and bearing something known as "The Yellow Sign." He was not created by Lovecraft, he was actually created by a writer known as Ambrose Bierce, who just so happened to be a Union Civil War veteran. Robert W. Chambers came along afterward and borrowed terms from Bierce for his collection of short stories; the Great Old One we know as Hastur today is actually more of a creation of modern readers taking elements from Bierce, Chambers, and Lovecraft's works together, and finding the continuing line of reference between each of them. 

Chambers' short story collection, in truth, has little to do with this figure itself -- but instead, the fictional play titled "The King in Yellow." Given that these stories are from 1895, they're written in older diction and at times were somewhat hard to follow. Not to mention the use of the unreliable narrator trope, which made it even harder. That being said, I find these stories fascinating. 

The first one we have is called "The Repairer of Reputations," which was the hardest of the three stories to follow. It takes...

Do you hear something? 

Nevermind. What was I talking about? Oh, yes. The King in Yellow. 

I...

I like the last story, where I read the Kingdom in Yellow itself. The King? The King. The Kingdom. Hastur. The God of Shepherds. Shepherd's Front. C... C... Carcosa. Carcosa. 

Do you hear that? 

It's the shouting and screaming of the lost souls of Carcosa. A deathly, twilit city of yellow and black where the dark recesses of the mind lengthen like shadows as the two black suns, bright light stars, pass quietly overhead. It's--

Kh'lath dro'ctelho ni nawar gozhokah'll meiargwath'o marghkai

K̷h̵'̴l̴a̵t̵h̷ ̷d̵r̶o̷'̶c̶t̶e̶l̷h̶o̷ ̶n̸i̸ ̶n̴a̸w̴a̴r̷ ̵g̸o̴z̶h̴o̶k̵a̴h̵'̶l̶l̶ ̷m̶e̷i̵a̷r̶g̸w̸a̴t̶h̴'̵o̷ ̶m̶a̸r̸g̷h̶k̶a̸i̸

K̸͠ͅh̸͑͜'̴̔͜l̴͚͆à̴̜ṫ̵͓h̶͓͛ ̸̹̉d̴̙̿r̷̯̓ọ̸͗'̷͔̃ĉ̴̺ţ̶͂e̵̩̐l̷̳͊h̵͎͒o̵͖͗ ̶̟̀n̶̪͊i̸͙͆ ̶̞͛n̵̛͉a̴̮̒w̷̜͊ḁ̴̛r̶͉͘ ̴̙͌g̴͓̒ò̸͜z̷̭̉h̸̩͝ò̸̲k̶̻͝a̴̠̍ḥ̶̌'̷͕̈́l̵̽͜ľ̸͕ ̸̙̽m̸̡̏ë̸͖́i̶͐͜a̶̠͑r̶͎̈g̸̺̑w̶̙̄ă̴̭t̶̼͐h̶̲͝'̸͖͆ō̷̭ ̶̫̊m̵̩̾à̵͜r̵̮̉g̷̮̔h̶̦̃k̸̪̀ä̵͔́i̴̡̾

K̸̛̝̭̐h̸̨̤̙̎̀'̵̨̈͠l̴͖̪̖̿̑ȃ̸̝̬̩t̷̘̙͊͗h̶̜͎̃ ̶̺̊͜d̶̢̼̻͒͝ȑ̷͈͚̓͛õ̵̢̦͗͜'̵̮̈̔͠c̸͉̹͋̚t̶͈͈̝͑ȩ̸̲͙̅ļ̴̞̎h̸͖͓̻̿͊õ̸̗̘̂ ̸̮̲̈́n̷̫̣̄î̸̖͋ ̵͍̪͐n̴̰̝̈a̶͍͗w̵̧̞̰̋̅a̷̯̞͛̽͝r̵͈͗ ̵̲͚͛̓̚g̷̞͎̼͋ô̸̟̺ͅz̶̰̜͈͑̈́͝h̷̡̋̎o̴̘̰̎͋k̶͙̓a̵̛̦̣͛̆h̵̬̫̏͊̆'̷͓̈̅l̸̡̗͊̓͂l̴̛͉̠̉ ̵̬̈́͆͆m̴͈̭̻̿̇e̴̜̲̎i̴̠̣͐a̵̼̻̋͛͝ȑ̷̭̤͇̂g̸̣̮̼͘͠w̷̫̙̜͐a̴͙͋t̷̥̊h̷͇͐'̴̟̣́͜ó̸͙̫ ̸̝̬̻̈́̌̿m̸͇̋a̶̦̫͐̔͑r̸͖̮̂̽g̷͍̿̏͠h̶͙̯͈͂k̶͇͔̏͜a̴̻̱̋͜i̵̺͊͆͝

 

K̵̥̗̥̘̥̤͒̾̏̈́͠h̸̡̟͎̩͇̘͇̓'̴͇͍͉̙̓̓̈́͂l̸̢̘̤̗̥̈́͒͜ͅã̸͕̟̩̮́̓̃t̸̩͈̞͔̹́̈́h̵̞̣̘̋̆̈̈́͝ ̸͙̼̗̖̮͋̿̇̾̒̇͠ͅd̸̡̓̊͊̇̎͝r̴̛̜͈͑̏̄̐ơ̵͔̥̝͍͕̅̒͆̐̈́͜'̸̖̤̮͖̟̱̺̌͛̆͠͠c̷̝̯̑̉̾͛̕t̵̰̹͙͜͝ě̵̥͉̊l̷̤̗͉̠̈̀͒̚͘h̸̨͇̹̯̄̈́͝͠o̵̙̲̰͙͔̼͒̈́̃̕͠ ̶̧̝̫̞͔̍̒̔͠n̸̖̆̀̾̍͆̽͘i̵̘̗̝͂̽̏ͅ ̸̦̳͚͓̲͈̓̓͑̐̄̕n̷̨͉͎̿͐̒͂̂̀a̷̟͎̮̩̟̋̈́͊̽̚w̸̱̪̣͉͙̾̾̂̂͑͆͜a̵̼̱̱̪̲̣͊̓ŕ̸͉̝̦̬͎͝͠ ̷̯̪̝̪̺̊̌͐̏͋̓͒ͅg̶̡̜̪̤̬͓̳͒͝ö̵̭̺͎̞̮̪̫́͊̓͂̌z̷̤͍̓̄̈́̓̔͝h̶͇̯͔͈̰̻̬̀̍͆͗̊̈͝ǫ̸̡̮̤͚̓͌̎͜k̶̨̗̯̣̦͈̀̾͑͛̓̍͠a̴̡̡͙̖̦͑̈́͘ͅẖ̸̰̬̗̫̩̀͑̐̇͠'̴͕̬̥̼͈͊́͋̒̌͝l̶̮̈́̂l̵̯͍̟͇̽ ̴̢̹̤̯̦̊͗̀̆̃͘̚m̷̩̓̍̆̚͘e̸̘̟̣͕̠͒̍́͑̉̄͠i̵̛̮̥̠͈͊a̶͔̗̪̲͊̓͒̒̚͜ŗ̷̦̳̊͂͑̾g̸͓͔̞͙͔̬̘͒͊w̵̤͙̭̟͒a̸͉͔̞͒̐͋̋ţ̵̛͉̺̓̂̏͐̈̚ḧ̴͚͗̈͗͋͘'̷̢̙͕͖͊̅̾̀͂͒̐ơ̸̹̄̀̈́̏͊͝ ̵̡̛͕̬̳̜̝̈́̄͌͆́́m̶͖̥̘̘͕̪̈́̌̈̿́́̚ͅa̸̪̺̼͇͔̝͒̓r̵̪̄͐̈͛̔̇g̵͕͗ȟ̴̢̛͙͇̥̿͑̃ḱ̶̢̨̿̀̉̚̕a̴̧̙̗̟̻̩̒̔̌͠i̶̡̢̱̼̼̐̓͊̒̒͜


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KH'LATH DRO'CTELHO NI NAWAR GOZHOKAH'LL MEIARGWATH'O MARGHKAI!!

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K̵̨̹̋̈̄͒͘Ḩ̶̹͖̟̠̬̹̃̈́̚̕͝'̸̢̝͓̘̯͍͌̾́̔̈́͑̃Ļ̵́A̵̱͂̋̊͋́̂͋T̴͙͇̽́͛͆͆̎H̴̭̅̓̉̓͝ ̴̳͓͈͖̟͋̑̋͐Ḑ̶̥̮̺̬̎̐̄̌̊Ř̸̼͎̭̬̤̞Ŏ̶̢̘̺̙ͅ'̶̡̲͕͈̙̄̾͂͋̈́C̸̹̜̞̥̪̼̓̅̈́̌̔͜͝T̷̜̜͖͚͔̏E̸͔͋́̅̚͘Ḽ̸̻̭́̌̐̊̒̌Ḧ̸̦̞́Ǫ̶̧̧̱̟̺̹̎͆̑̊̓ ̴̥̙̩̭͠N̶̢̳̝̬͗͌͋͑̍͝Ị̸̛̯̥̖͌͗̽̐͝ ̷̝̥͉̪̱̭͛͊̓̈̍͌͝N̷̢̪̟͒́Ȧ̸͚̖̠͙͎͛̅͗͛̈W̷̥͈̞͑́̈́̇͐͝A̴̞̦͎͉̙̤̋̇̽̚̚R̴͓̟͖͔͔̹̹̋͆̂́̏́̐ ̵̛̜͎̥̻̠̘̳̎͑̏̈́͝G̵̳̲̖͙͗͂̇̄͂͜ͅͅỎ̶̢̯̤̦͓̥͙̓͝Z̶͓͓͖̓̀͛̑̄͋Ḧ̶̯́̅Ọ̷̙͕̺̪̒̆͑͂K̶̨̛̛̭͎̼̃̑̃͘A̴̘̾H̵̢̨̛̙̹̭̩͉'̴̛͕̀̓̈̏̎̕L̷͕̪̿̌͋̓L̴̤̟̖͙̂͊̆̿̚ ̶̪̣̳͐̀M̷̢͙̱̦̯̊E̶̢̡̤̱̰͎̥̎̑̍̓̂̈Ḭ̸̹͒̕Á̴̢̟̰̥̾͑̽R̴̘͇̊̽͛G̸̢̳͓̤̐͑̈́̊Ẇ̷̫͔͍̿́́̍͐͠Ä̶̛̼̙͈́̋Ṱ̶͖̣͇̬̩̭̓́͛̎̕H̸̤̗̼̬̟͗̉̈̉̐͝'̶̹̙̲̫̄͗͐̄͋̓̂O̶͙̥͉͖͌̌͂̇͗̔ ̶͇̔͆̓M̵̳̱̬͈̖͙̺͑̀́̀͝Ȃ̸͇̿̾R̸̘̰͙͎̤̠̘͋̋̐G̴̘͙̕Ḧ̶̡͍̱͉̪̣́̾̐̂̀͝K̷̢̟͕̰̥͒̈̅̇̇͑Ą̵̦̃̇̃͗͘I̷͓͎̭̜̭̝̐̆̊̂̆̒!̴̣̆̐!̵̰̜̌̏

 

 K̸̢̢̮̱̯̘̳͕̟̩̯̟͇̙̖̲̬͓͙͕̟̙͍̰͈̟͉̠͗͛͂̈́͗̃͆͗̎͑́̇̈́̄͋͌̈̔̄̄͘͠͝H̴̢̧̘͙͖̟͙̀͌̋̉̑̉͆͑̑̐̀̈̀̈́͆̈́͂̃͋̒̒̃'̶̧̧̢̲̩̝̪̥̮̹͉̣̫͇̠͇͓͙̙͍̱̤̜͈̜͔͕͋̂̇̉̈́̓̿̍͌͛̇̈́͜͜L̸̨̨͍̲̮̮͈̝̩̹͚̲̈́̅̇̓̂̌̄́̈́̉͑̉̾͊̐̍̊̄́̍̅́̋̕͝͝Ä̷̧̢̛̛̩͚͓͙̭̮̠̟̱͖̹̺͎̝̫͖̖͙͕́̑͌̌̄̄̃̄̀͋̔̂͒̅̊͜͜͝ͅT̴̮̩̐̇͑̓͒̋͐̓̏̌̓̎̌͑̓̊̓̀͗̈̄̽̄͒͆̉͘̚͠͝H̷̖̺͖̺̖̠̭͈͉͈͙͇̹̙͍̝̠̯̯̳̳͓̀̾͛̎͌̀̎̈́̈̑́̑̎̒̄̌͛̈́̒̑̑̄̾̉̏͆̚͜͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢͉͔̳̹̠͇̳̭̜̼̹̫̝̈́̑̈́͜D̵̡̤̬͙͕̟͔͆͛̀̃̿͋̅̔̈͑̇̉̎͌̿̾̇̈͂̚R̵̨̨̧̡̢̢̛̛̛͇̼͉̗̺͙͕̬̭͖̗̩̖̗͉̙̈́́́̽̐̐͌̈́̽́̽̒͛̾̃̓͠O̷͇̲͙͇̲̱̫̝͍͂̐̈̓͆̇̌̉̀̋̃̀̒̓͑͑̅̇̈́̽̂̓̆͗̚̕'̷̢̡̧̢̧̰͔̻͍̰̦̼̫̺̗̠̀̉̋͑̎̌͋̀͐̔͐̈̊̈́́̀̐́̀̑͝C̵̡̨̢̡̫̟̮̼̱̗̦̘̻̺͚͔̗̈́̉T̸̜̱͇̼͈̠͇͍̻͂̒̒͊̉E̵̢̧̢̢͇̱̥͈̹̻̩͇̫͙̗̘̞̟͕͚̠̭̦͖͂̅͜ͅĹ̵̩̱̮̜͇̲̺͛͐̀̈́̏͗͛̉̽̐̽̐͊̌̌̃͊͊͊̚̕͜Ḩ̸̜̠̬̜͎̰̹̥̼̯̺̹̑̏̓͂͗̈̌͒͆͛̇͌̑̃͒̂̚͝Ò̶̧̬͔͎͙̪̬͚̮͙̳̬̥̻̣͈̳͚̪́̉̑̓̇ͅ ̴̱̰̲̪̫̻͇̮̹̀͑̀̽̃̐͂͛͛͂̀̀͛̕͜͝Ņ̴̗͎̖̝͙̖̬̞̪͉͉̬̝̦̥̠̜̫̘̗̤̪̓̈̏̅̌̿̒̊̚͜͠Ǐ̴̢̡̨͖̩̜͇̦̙͎̭̞̩̺̙̲͎͎̖̠̫͓̭͎̠̩͜ ̴̛͇̯̟͎͇̹̼̯͈̖̱̜̺̖͉͓͕̙̞͈̖̳̌̑͆̌̅̀͜͝Ñ̶̤̰̯̭̜̦̀̑̅̓̇͌̒̌̎̅͊́̚͘͠͝A̵̛̛̝̹̬̯̗͉͐̓̋̓̀̊̒̅̈̒̀͋̈̐̉̾̔̾̚͝W̷̡͖̱͇̜̬͖̙͉͖̤̣̟͓̱̦̤̙̖͖͙̩̋͆͋̈́̓͑̔̆̔͋̈́̎͗̄̌̏̈́͠ͅÂ̷̡̢̛͈̯̲̮̖̗̮̰͙̰͓̣̹̎̑̈́̂̈́̍̃́̈́̋͂̈́̈̈́͘̚͠ͅŖ̷̨̤̣̠̙̱͓̲͇̞̘͇̩̲̩͈̭̻̦̰̠͎̞̦̓̆̉̔̈́̒͛̌͐͆͜ ̶̡̨̳̗̩͕̘̭̪͕̫͇͔̺̹̞̱̯̣̖̩̤̃͗͂͋̑̕͜͜Ǵ̸̡̨͎̫̗̹͇͕̥͙̺͈̬̲͉̫͔̭̗̃̎̊̉͌̔̀͊̄̕̚͠͝Ö̸̧̡̨̨̞̬͇͎̼̞̜͈̳̣̲̯̤͍̝́͌̽͜ͅZ̴̞̩̬̜̬̺̳͖͖͖̓̋̈́̐̃̓̾̂̉̎͆̊̀̅͊̈̈́̑́͋̊͒̈̇̂̽̚͘̕͝H̷̨͎̻̘̗̝̘͍͙̱̘̯̼̠͍͓̗͓̻̘͔̦͍̻͛̈̉͊͊̃̀̒͐͆̈͜O̷̧̡̧̲͇̬̘̺̞̹͙̰̝̹̱̟̳͙̬̩̻̦͈͇̗̊͂̃̃̅̎́̽͋̆̇͘̚͜K̶̡̧̨̨̛̟̘͙̰̯̙̱̱̖̺͙͖̞͓̹̮̈́̈̉̅͌̏̀̏́̀̊́̄̍̾́̉̎͊̽̑͜͝͝͠A̵̛̪̭̯̦͙̣̲̲͛́̑̐͆̌̇͛̃̃̎̄̂̕͠͝ͅH̶̢̧̢̺̟͓̬͇̻̞̱͙̼͎̮̗̟̖̝̣̙̩͈̳͚̹̮̘̞̿̑̐̒̌̽͌̋̐̉͌́̈́͒͒͊̏̔̊̌̄̿́̆͛͜͠͠'̴̺͎̗͍͍̹̫͚̗͙͋̑̓̿̃͋̄͛̄̑̃̇̆͌̎̃̅́͊̂̓͂͘͠͝͝ͅͅL̶̡̨͇̠̟̜̩̫̥̼̟̳̭̮̰̞͓̮͙͎͍͉̱̫̫͓̈́͋͐͂̾͆͌͗̂̐̏̃̎̉̄̅́̚͜ͅL̵̡̡̬̻̲̰̓͂̓̄͌̓̊̅̀̿̀̎̑̔̉̽͗͂́̚̕͝͝ ̶̢̢̛̯͓̰͓̞̯̣͔̳̠͔͇̲̠͚̙̱̪͍̯̬̪̏̋̓̑́̓̓̈́͒̉̈́̒̌́̎̽̕͘͘͝͠͝͝͝͝Ḿ̶̡̧͉̭̙̙̝̞͈̭̞̱͎͕̙̮̦̫̠̇̈́̔͐͂̂́̑̇̅̂̚̚͝Ë̸̢̛̖͈̫̙͙̰̞̣̈́̓̀̉̈́͊͗̔͛̽͋̀̈́͋̐̈́̌̆̃̈́̽͛͑̚I̶̗̤̤̹̳͊̀̋̋͒̄͋́̕À̴̧̱̪̥̅͋̒̔̇̀͝R̵̡̢̲̗̳͎̲̜͚̝̼͎͈̞̭̬̳̠͔̰̦͑͗̿̍̃̐͜͜͠G̸̢̧̛̞̯̠̠̹̝̱̯̜̥̮̞̪̣͓͈̺̳͙̼̙̼͍̻͍̍̏̿̿͊͋̒͊̽͜͜͠ͅW̷̧̡̨͙̜̝̩̩͔̳̭̯̫͍̮̪͇̟͚̺̥̩̽̆́̽̃̊͂̽̌̽̇ͅA̷̡̯̜̐͌͛́̇̈́͋́̅̈́̊̌̈͊̕T̸̡̢̧̡̲̥͇̮̙̼̗͎̪̣̮̰̜̤͓̞̻̣́̊̒̅̽͗͐̏̉̍̿͊̐̓̏̕̕̚͘͘̕͠͠H̶̢̢̙̠͉̞͙͕͈̻̗͖̟̖̣̼͔̞͎͑̌̔͐͌̈̈́̒̈́̔̎͛͊̓̿̅̆̈́̏̅̕͘͠͝'̷̛̘͚̙̑̇͊͂̐̃͋̎̍́̈́̿͒̾̂͌̋̏͒́̌̈́͂͐̐̈́͘͘͝Ò̸̯̮̩͓̰͓̘͕͓͙̥̰͙̥̲̯͖̱͖̭̗̳͊̌̅̓͘͜͜͝ ̶̢̨̞̼̤̭̞͔̘̲̙̮̲̻̦͉͓͕̼͕͎̰͕͙̟̌̾̈̌́͐̊̇͒̊́͝M̸̢̡̛͉̱͈̬͗̑̆̂̔͋̄̿͋͆̍̿̀̓̓͋̏̔͛̉̓͘͝͝͠Å̸̝̔̓̐͗Ŗ̵̛̻̯͔̜̭̣̫̩͉̲̹̼̪̖̠̺̥͋̈́̂͒̃̊̔͐͂̈́͒͠Ģ̶̛̙̗̯̠͖̪̯̯̦̖̺̺̗̋̌̑͌͐͗̋̉̒͐̎̇̽̌̓͐͋͗̈́͊͆̈́̌̋̕̕̚͝ͅḨ̴̘͇͖̬̯̹͎̻̩̬̫̦̼̖̪̍͗̐͌̽̍͗̎̎ͅK̷̛͈͙͈̟̰͉̘̠͎̦̲̬͕̟̙̎̐̉̋͛̽́́̾̑̉̈͝Å̴̡̡̮͕̜̙̟̼͖̘̖̯̻̞̟̗͍̪͇̪̭̼͇̗̠̊̏I̸̧̹͚̪̘͖̅̉͋̋͒̌̑̈́̓̇̇̓̓͊͊́́̂̎̑͆͘̕͝͝!̵̧̢̻̱͓̝͎̮̖͉̭̊͐̈̆̽̓̇̽̈́̍́͛̕͠!̶̛̭̼͔̭̩̼̮̟͎͙̫̹̯̟̣̩̂̌̿͊̎̎̔̍̍̋̑̐̂̇̄̊̏̔̓͑͌͋͒̔͘͘͠

 

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Change of Plans - I've been Journaling

Hello everyone. It's been a while, hasn't it? Six whole months -- the year is half over. In January, I wrote a 2023 plans post (whic...