Chapter 45 is set to post tonight!
My clumsy fingers almost typed 455. It would be crazy to imagine writing that many chapters in a book, though I've probably written that many over the course of my lifetime. I did a lot of writing on Tumblr and internet forums as a kid, and that didn't include chapters, so it's hard to say. You know, it's said once you've written a million words you're supposed to be a master, but I sure don't feel like it. I feel like any sort of art form the goal posts keep moving, whether because one's own personal style and preferences change, or society's. It's pretty difficult to say what makes a "good" or a "bad" artist, and you know, that's one of the things I like about the field.
I'm mostly just rambling because, well, not much has been going on at work. I've learned no more than what I last wrote about, I'm just in the mode of cataloging. I have tried (and failed) to find more information about what happened to the Dromisse dreamscape, though I haven't gotten anything useful from Cynthia. My coworkers say there's something moving through dreams, but they don't know what it is--but their cats are all obviously anxious about it. Every time they encounter it in the dream they have to file a report. They've been calling it 'the Grume' and when I asked where that name came from, no one could tell me. I looked up the definition of the word and it seems to mean a 'blood clot.' Which makes some sense, because Oculus said something about 'homogenizing' which is where things clump together and blend. But it's all just happening in the dream world, so it shouldn't affect us in the waking world--I assume, anyway. Well, it affects me and my coworkers, if only that it makes cataloging dreams more difficult. But the wider population doesn't even know that dreams are sort of kind of real, so it shouldn't affect them.
Anyway, until next week.