Friends, muses, imaginary lovers, and other followers, I wave you goodbye, and jump on my cloud. I am afraid of heights, but I hold on to my hat. I am leaving you. I am resolved.
I have put on my finest hat, closed my books, unplugged my phone and Internet cable, cut off all social relations, hoarded food, sharpened my pencil, locked myself in my cosy room, and began rewriting the story of Oliver Colors, the Moonbeamed Painter.
From the 19th of August to the 2nd of September I will wake up at 7:07 and go to bed no earlier than 23:23. I have with me my papers and my pencil, my laptop, and my iPod with a carefully selected playlist containing 101 favorite songs. But all I really need is under my hat, and somewhere in my chest.
Posts shall be posted
The giddy planet will continue to rotate during my 2-week absence. I wrote some posts in advance and scheduled them, and they should appear in the Reader, unless the elves are up to mischief.
- 50-word stories will be posted every workday, as usual.
- Other posts will appear weekly.
I will read all comments and reply to them when I return. I promise.
Ladies with hats, ladies without hats, proper and improper gentlemen, boys and girls, and other followers, I will miss you more than your romantic hearts and intellectual minds would have you believe.
The next two weeks could bring me immortality someday. Or the madhouse right away. But I am resolved. I have to jump on my cloud. Maybe I will get good wind.
When you go out tomorrow, look up at the sky, and you might see me ride a cloud. Shout my name and wave at me, and I will wave back.