Another Sunday, another chapter of “The Wages of Their Deeds” published! To find it, click here, or look under “The Stories” in the menu. As always, comments are welcome, and I really hope you read and enjoy my story.
As “The Wages of Their Deeds” draws nearer to its conclusion, I’m beginning to think about my next project. I have a few stories that have been lying around the old brain attic, collecting dust, and some of them might be ready to see the light of day. Two of them are murder mysteries, though one is set in a dystopian future society, and the other is a historical tale, set in an alternate universe, where sorcerers and witches stalk the streets of Jack the Ripper’s London.
Both require extensive research, and I’ll have to think for a bit before deciding whether I’ll actually have the time to devote as much time to them as they deserve, while simultaneously trying to be a good student.
In other news from my riveting life here in Umeå, I have discovered that while a cactus can survive an owner who only waters it when some chance event reminds her of its existence, it can’t surivive in a place where the temperature near the window is so low, it keeps a glass of milk cool enough to taste good even if you leave it standing around for an hour. Move it away from the window, you say? Ah, but then it wouldn’t get any sun, and would wither away and die on that account.
So now, my pretty little cactus is dead, having survived years of neglect, and in its stead, I have an LED candle shaped as a ghost. I bought it as a Halloween decoration, but if you squint your brain and try really hard, you might be able to make out the symbolic shape of a dead cactus, forever haunting me through the lumpy shape of its replacement.
Or not. As my teachers have always been fond of telling me, I have an overactive imagination.