Musings in the Dark: July 2013


Tee Minus

At the time of this writing, I have less than 12 hours before I embark on my life-altering journey.  I have no clear sense of what I’m feeling.  There is excitement with a side of exhilaration, sprinkled with just a bit of fear, and a basket of warm pleasant anxiety served alongside a supersized glass of thank you Jesus.  I’m ready for this.  I promise you that I’m ready for this.  There is something amazing awaiting me overseas that I could never have found here (and it ain’t a man, in case you’re wondering).  It’s a genuine opportunity to have a different life; to actually live in a city where I don’t have to drive everywhere.  I hate driving.   Atlanta traffic is some straight-up bullshit and I’m not here for it.  It’s one of many, many reasons why I’ve been a veritable recluse for the past 15 years. The last thing I want to do when I get home from work is to put a bra back on to go drive somewhere interesting.  Chile, I’d rather stay at home and swing low.


Winding Down

So I’ve got less than twenty days before I blow this popsicle stand, and understandably, I’m very excited.  For the past few weeks, time slowed to a veritable crawl, where I was literally passing the time with absolutely nothing to do except watch The X-Files.  For someone who’s always had something to do, not having anything to do nearly drove me batshit.

But that’s no longer the case now.  I’m currently working on inventorying the boxes that I plan to have shipped later.  Customs requires a detailed list of all contents in addition to the airbill, and since I’m shipping a random variety of things, it took some time to get the inventory complete.  Also, I’ve been able to visit with some friends and acquaintances who I might not have the chance to see again before I leave, and that’s been fun.


Fic Update Alert!

Chapter 2 of "Forever, in the Night" is ready for consumption on pinkelegance.

"Riddick nodded and took off.  He could still hear Jack calling for him and his leg hurt like a mad bastard.  He didn’t need for the girl to catch up with him, and so he moved as fast as he could, trying to avoid limping.  The Crimson Tide was a large Piston-class cargo ship, and it was a dirty reddish-orange color.  A woman was staring at an electronic pad, checking items off with a stylus.  She was a well-built five-nine, skin the color of warm caramel and she rocked a short crop.  She wore blue fatigues and there was a weapon on her hip.  She saw Riddick before he spoke."

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