"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Happy Spooktober!

Happy Spooktober! The best month of the best season of the whole year is here and I am… well, unprepared. And not happy. I’m still mourning the death of a dear friend, a person who had a tremendous impact in my life, I’m still living outside of my house, I haven’t started the renovation works yet, my work is on fire and my upstairs neighbour still claims she’s not responsible for the damages inflicted to me.

Still.

Life has to go on, and Jay would kick my ass if I fell back into depression, so I came up with a plan to give you your daily dose of #Spooktober posts, as it’s in the tradition of my Blog and Patreon, without engaging in projects that might be too ambitious for my current status.
October starts on a Sunday, so I decided to give you a different kind of media each day of the week, spooky of course, and ideally something that influenced the book I’m writing. Sometimes it will be a brief note, sometimes it might be longer stuff. I still don’t know. This I know, though.

#Sunday we’ll do Books
#Moonday we’ll do Music
#Tuesday we’ll do Movies
#Wednesday we’ll do Comics
#Thursday we’ll do Tv Shows
#Friday we’ll do Videogames
#Saturday we’ll do Visual Arts

All things spooky, of course. I’m almost done with the profiles of Italian baroque painters, and I have half a mind to resume with Mermaids on Monday, or to start publishing some notes around legendary, cursed places. But it’s all stuff we’ll see in November.

Enjoy, for now, and thanks for sticking with me through thick and thin.

Spooktober

Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle

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Spooktober 26 – The Black Monk (1)

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