Sympathy.

Learn the Tarot. Understand we have arrived at Chapter Fifteen. And the Tower comes next.

Normally the scans come out clean. I was using a different SC Clipper to write yesterday and will be going back to Old Clunker, as this one I used occasionally eats pages, and that’s what happened tonight, and so by the time the pages hit the scanner, everything was thrown off.

The entire writing day was off. And I know why. I have been distracted. Not tomorrow. Back to the drawing board with new purpose and determination.

Please know that I wanted to do a live broadcast tonight. But I have been focusing on other things. And now I’m dialing everything back in, to focus on Immortal Type. When I say I’ve been focusing on other things, I am not going out. As pleasant as a date would be. No. The ideal woman at this point in my life would be one that I can trust, is honest, believes in me, believes in herself, and is able and willing to help me with the sheer volume of these offerings by blessing me with a cup of tulsi tea at the end of the night, after a long day of writing, and rest her head on my chest. And be willing to read my pages for the joy of it. That’s pretty much all I would want in a woman. Oh, and that she be peaceful. And forthright. And able to express her needs.

Take Chloe, for example, from Fight Club. I understand her. I imagine being there for her. So that she’s not alone. I’d happily date Chloe, and be there for her till her last day.

Now, time to go to my cave, and slide.

-W.V.Carleton