patricky

It's been almost a month since I updated my journal, and I suppose I've kept you all in suspense long enough - hope you weren't holding your breath in anticipation, because that would be... awkward, I should think.

A lot has happened in the last month. I've ridden across the sky in a chariot made of bronze and soaprock carved by a blind man's hands; I wrestled a eunuch for a princess' hand (and learned to my dismay why you can never trust an Sumatran prophet); I became a rabbi, and gave it up for Lent; I wandered the south with the Esteemed Brother of the Short Wave, whose CBs resonate with the 13th testament of God; and I have known love in the arms of a million strangers.

Alternately, I've been promoted and have spent the last few weeks working 60 hours, or more.

It's odd making semi decent money now. I'm no good with contentment, and unsure in comfort. It will take getting used to, this idea of not being poor all the time.

I've also largely given up writing game materials, as the joy has faded for me. That candle has dimmed, I think, perhaps forever.

I've still not settled into "my place in the world", and I don't think I ever will. There's a pleasure in restlessness, and a joy in knowing that you can grow into the world without having to spread roots.