The Good Nephoo

My aunt broke her ankle recently.  I cringe just writing that.  Never broke a bone in my body.  Not sure how I've managed that.  Nonetheless, when I hear broken ankle, I can only assume a dry, scorching pain shoots up your body with that sort of thing.  Yuck.  Yuck!

So I bought her a card, $0.99, and wished her well.  I am the good nephoo.

Since the last post, it has become official.  I am Thanksgivingless this year.  I'm not too distraught.  Sometimes getting away from a tradition makes it better the next year.  I think I'll make myself something terribly unhealthy and eat as much of it as I can.  It will help me go to sleep early enough so working at 5:30am isn't so... nearly unachievable.

I just finished Voltaire's Candide.  It was okay.  What struck me most about it was how complacent everyone was with the power structure.  That is the work of a well-oiled censorship machine.  The characters of the book underwent unrelenting pain and bad luck.  A good portion was directed by the powers that be.  Never once did any character question the right of the tormentor's will.  It is quite different these days, at least in my corner of the world.

I am currently in the middle of H.P. Lovecraft's At the Mountains of Madness.  I've never read his works before.  It is not what I expected.  I cannot say that I am enjoying it much.  But it hasn't reached the point where I would abandon it.  It's only 130 pages.  I don't know though.  He seems to talk about horror instead of describing it.  I will reserve final judgment until I am done with the book an have a moment to stew over it.

I have started again at writing fiction.  Fiction is much more difficult to write than loose autobiographical garbage.  I'm thinking about using the blog occasionally to focus on fiction.