6. Obsession

Knowing You

You don’t know me, but I know you.

I know that you were born far away from where you are now, but that you’re somehow happy in
the ho-dunk town you live in. I know that you like to use your hands to build things, that you like
to read all sorts of manuals—you’ll sit at your window and read from the time you get up to the
moment the sun goes down.

You don’t know me, you don’t even know that I exist, but I know you.

I your favourite food is blueberries, and you like listening to the violin. I know you tried to play
one for a little while, but you didn’t pick it up as quickly as you’d hoped. I know that you like
dogs, and that cats frighten you. Don’t worry, the old myths that they steal souls are just that.

You look right through me every time we meet, but that’s okay because I don’t need you to
I already know everything that I need to know about you.

The average number of times you brush each section of your hair before you go to sleep
(fifteen—you are very meticulous), the fact that you skip the thirteenth stair every time because you think it’s bad luck.

I know that you dye your hair a darker shade of blond because the white-blond of it stands out.

Your favourite colour is blue—the same shade as the tattoo on your arm, the tattoo that don't remember not having, but I remember. I know where it came from.

I know all sort of things about you that you don’t know, things that you used to know, that you’ve
forgotten. I know about the part of you that you’ll never get back.

Because I know you. Your habits. Your desires. Your fears.

One day, you’ll be ready for me, to meet me. One day I’ll tell you everything I know about you.
One day. When you’re ready to listen.

But you’re not ready, are you? I should know. I know you. I’ve been watching you. Waiting for you.

I'll keep waiting.

Catching Up

Just a quick post so that everyone knows that I'm alive. Haven't had much time for writing, unfortunately--which is primarily a result of my being very lazy since I finished the first draft of the manuscript for Dreamwalker's Path as well as settling into a brand new apartment, and a full time job, and helping my family move my grandfather into the house that I just moved out of. Very exciting, all of it, but it doesn't leave much brain-juice or motivation for writing.

Good news is that DP is well into the editing stages. I've managed to read through it twice and edit out some of the blatantly incorrect things, smoothed over some harsh transitions, etc. Still waiting on the opinions of beta readers, though, before I can give it one more good read-through and then send it to printing. Meanwhile the inklings have gotten rowdy again, and demands are being made. I'll have to start outlining the plot of the third Historian's Archives book, which up to this point has no name, but is a bit unavoidable due to the rather inconvenient way that DP ended.

My collection of short stories is hankering to be added to as well. I've got a couple of freestanding stories with the Jaegers that may end up part of book 3, or may just end up in a short little collection of the crazy things that people in that particular universe do.

Hopefully more updates will come--maybe some stories. Maybe just another "This is where I've been the last blah-number-of days." We'll see.

Hasta