I miss the shores. The sands, the rockier beaches, the cliffs, the wooded paths, the garden, the courtyards, everything. I miss lots of other things as well. Mostly atmosphere. No planes flyin' over head, and no traffic noise. I long for the sound of the surf, with the waves crashing against the rocks, and the sheer, harsh beauty. Cooler summers, warmer winters. . .usually; not that I've experienced a summer here yet, but I've heard about it.
Gods, I wish things would move faster. Being where I am right now is so inconvenient in so many ways. Yes, I know it's statistically nice, but statistics don't mean shoite when you have to take a step down from where you were.
There is a psychology behind drawing my work out. I wonder if it's not misconstrued? Oh well. In less than two weeks (I hope), my next volume will be up on The Guild. How tempting it is to just leave a plea with full instructions and explanations and go home again tomorrow, but I know I don't dare. Gods, why have I done this to myself?!
Oh well. Off to bed. At night! What a concept. Well, thats what I get for having spent 36 hours with no sleep. Had a few things that needed to be done that I couldn't impose on the others.
Nighty-night.
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