It has been a lovely month since the business in Cuttyhunk.

Word of my aptitude in writing about arts arcane and occult has spread, and I've pulled in a greater earning than usual-enough to buy yet more fish tanks for my home. The Eighth Circle has been doing well, and I've earned their respect with the last contract. Where before I was an unproven greenhorn, now am I a proven asset-one who is capable of holding my own, and ensuring jobs are completed and completed well.

Kamarie has been growing in aptitude as well-the girl's hunger for knowledge is insatiable, and her skill in magic grows exponentially. She's on the path to becoming a fine mage indeed, and I'm proud to have her under my tutelage. I do worry about her, however-news of recent atrocities within the Palestinian region of this planet has agitated her greatly, as it should, and I fear she may respond brashly. I have cautioned her to not wield her full power against whatever thugs the state sends to her rallies and protests, but I fear it is only a matter of time before she snaps.

But aside from that, the month has been uneventful, if pleasant. Though I am to attend a meeting of fellow New York writers this Saturday, an event I keenly look forward to-it will provide much needed variation for me, and it will be nice chatting and mingling with others of my craft.

As usual, the month has passed by without much of any fanfare. I finally got around to ordering some mugs from Dottie's little online store, and I must admit, they're of a fine quality-they've quickly become some of my favorites, in fact. I must thank her when next we meet. Truthfully, I really ought to see about having lunch with her-she seems a lovely sort, and I would be pleased to call her friend.

The artifact of Dagon has proven extremely useful in my fishkeeping endeavors-now I can simply ask my beloved residents what, exactly, they want instead of having to make guesswork of it. My poor betta, as it turns out, has been positively sweltering in his tank the last few months, and my Oscars both seem to despise the catfish they share a home with. Besides that, everyone else is doing wonderfully.

I've sold yet more copies as well-my income is steady, and it pleases me that the mortals of this world appreciate my literature. Of course, most of these "arcane secrets" and "eldritch truths" are bunk-but they don't have to know that. It's the thrill of the thing that gets a mortal going, not the substance. Otherwise there wouldn't be as much of a market for those chakra stones.