Posting just because
Why America, why? This is all I will say about the presidential election last week. Apparantly over half the people in this country are complete fucking idiots. Enough said.

Well another chapter is edited and ready for posting. I will try and find the time to do this tonight. I have been struggling just a little with the tone of the writing. I think what you'll see in this chapter is a minor departure from the tone of the first two sections. I have made several minor changes to make the story read more conversationally. Let me know if I succeeded. I have also gone ahead and adjusted the first two chapters--meaning I've done a third draft--to make sure the story is consistant. I've changed nothing in the story however so the only way I'll post the new version is if you guys want me to. For those of you who have expressed an interest in the story, you have my thanks. I've found you feedback encouraging.


Just to tease you, here is the introductory poem for chapter 3.

Gregory he danced with me,
Upon the rock of ages
And in my book of sorrows
He did weep upon the pages
And on the wind I suckled
On his dreams as they were torn
Then Gregory he said to me
I'll be gone in the morn