Hello and good evening, dear listeners. The moon is bright and full, the sun is hot and relentless, and the glow cloud that rained dead animals on our small town has finally moved on. Welcome to Night Vale.
Strange how the similar section on fimfiction and the stories within already know what I am publishing, given their recommendations.
I will have a new story up tomorrow! One of three planned for the immediate future. I'll likely have to post it while I am at work, as I am mentally enslaved to post stories at a very specific time in the day. I've titled this blog post--
For the sake of being concise, I am going to try and keep this blog short short, which is not something I am very good at doing. I don’t talk at all in real life, and on the internet I talk far too much.
The cavalcade of thoughts I’ve gone through in the last hour were as varied as the types of sand. Pipe wrenches, garbage, books, family, screaming, job searching, Dunbar’s number, grilling, cats, soul-crushing apathy and anxiety, debts, arguments, swearing. A lot of things in a short amount of time.
And that would be when I post a chapter of one of my fics. If I actually had the chapter written. Oh well.
Do you have the Night Vale book?
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I do not. It is something I've thought about, but I have plenty of other books to go through first.