Just a little heads up to those who don’t read the Comments page regularly. If you haven’t noticed already, there is a page up called "Best of the Blog." You can get more information if you visit the page, but on that page is a list of all the posts I’ve done this past year. Each post will be judged by you, the reader, on which you think is the best post of the year. On December 31, I will reveal the winners and the next day, we will start anew. Due to the large number of posts that I’ve written from 1/1/06 to now (11/10/06) I highly suggest that you start reading the archives sometime this month. Now, I’ve set up a list on "Best of the Blog" with prompts from each post so that if you think you don’t remember a post, the prompt may jog your memory so you don’t have to read the whole post again. I still think that you should start thinking about this soon.
A problem for me that doesn’t seem like a problem for anyone else is my habit of posting late and unfinished work. So far I have four unfinished posts in the archives (three are very old). I would like some feedback on whether I should finish them, or just leave them be as they are. Keep in mind, if I finish them, I most likely will not have a post for a weekend, or two. In the future, if you prefer all the posts to be finished before I publish them, let me know, but this will cut back on update time. I cannot control the time at which I update the posts, for this is Real Life’s fault and should be blamed on her. The fact that I never finish a post is also partially her fault, but partially mine. I get distracted while writing and then I find it’s 10 or 11 o’clock and can’t finish because I’m falling asleep on my keyboard. If you would be so kind, could you leave a comment telling me what you prefer as a reader and any advice you have.
Another thing if you choose to email me or leave a comment, how does the system work for you? Do you check Commentary, or do you just read the post and that’s it? Do you care about "Best of the Blog" or am I wasting my time? Do you want me to leave little notes like this, or do you just want poetry/ prose? Please, leave a comment with thoughts you have on any ideas I posed in the post above. Thanks.
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“If you followed the Sanguine River, you would eventually reach Destruction Point. Now, it seems silly: why the hell would you follow a river by the name of Sanguine to a place called Destruction Point? Seems like trouble waiting to happen (or death). I’ve heard it all before. And right now as I’m pointing out your thoughts you’re wondering why the hell you should listen to a tree sprite like me,” she pulled a cigarette out of a non-existing pocket and lit it hastily. “I just got to say the years have not been good to the likes of me.”
He looked up at the sprite patiently, but his traveling companion snorted jealously and walked farther away from the pair.
“Hell, you don’t trust me,” she said to the second girl walking away, following her progress with blood shot eyes.
“If it’s any consolation,” he said, “I believe you have some purpose to telling us this.”
The sprite smiled. “Honey, I’m at least three centuries older than you and I’m not the type to go for younger guys. Especially paladins.”
The man smiled and stood up, but his partner was nowhere to be found. “I suppose you suggest we go to Destruction Point.”
The sprite took a drag on her cigarette. “Why else would I have mentioned it?”
He thanked her and walked off in the direction the sprite pointed.
“I don’t trust her,” his monk sidekick hissed. Her cat eyes were glowing blue with her frustration. “What makes you think she would tell you the truth, Faustus?”
He shrugged. “She had nothing to gain by lying. It seems plausible to go to Destruction Point to get to the city of the dead.”
She shook her head. “Your job is to get Llewelyn back to his people, nothing more. I know you want to make this a personal mission and get back Maureen, but if we have to strike a deal, our bargain is foremost.”
He glanced at her. “Do I have to keep up this façade, Ariel?”
“I thought for sure,” she said digging the barrel of her gun into his back, “you were going to give us away.”
They walked onward through the mud of Sanguine River, following the crystal clear water. After six days, they reached the point of the river where it bulged outward, ripping the landscape into an almond shape. The water was black with blood and, as Ariel whispered an incantation, it swirled towards the center in a rapid whirlpool. She grabbed Faustus’ hand and walked towards the center of the pool. A freezing cold wet sensation shot up their legs as they approached the center of the circle.
“Ah, Messenger, we’ve been expecting you,” a smooth, low voice said. Ariel’s eyes turned green and she stepped into the center of the storm.
To be continued…
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