I learned something new today: I need sleep in this world! I was feeling a little tired, so I had coffee– not my favorite drink, but it usually does the trick. Coffee must work differently here; I felt like a Split Personality. Very unpleasant, all my thoughts running everywhere. I may steer clear of caffeine in the future. Two hours later, I suddenly ran out of energy as if a Leech had sucked it from me. I had a wave of dizziness and my vision even blackened. I managed to make it to a safe location before the blackness took over. I slept. I have seen Characters and Figments sleep before, but they were written that way. I wasn’t written to sleep. Since I also wasn’t written to be a writer in this world, I suppose it’s a trade-off. I woke up this morning, feeling much better. I’ll have to research this sleep and find out how much is required for optimum performance. I don’t want to get caught somewhere needing sleep when The Conductor is about. That could be fatal.
I’m very confused. The state is named Mini Soda, but there’s no soda here. It’s all water! Lakes, lakes, and more lakes. If I ask for soda, I’m asked if I want a pop. Why would I want to pop?! I came here to get away from the snow and cold, but there’s plenty of cold today. I don’t know what Fair in Height and Sell See Us has to do with temperature, but if the numbers are small, it’s cold! If the numbers are negative, it’s really cold. Of course it is… I’m negative about the cold, too! I don’t think I’ll be here long. I can’t feel my fingers. How do you write if you can’t feel your fingers? On a side note, I think I saw a Muse yesterday. Or a Fury. Maybe I’m running from them, not The Conductor.
I made it to Nuyark and there is lots of snow. Too much snow. Snow is cold, cold, cold! I heard there’s even more snow in Bahstun. I’m definitely not going there. There is someone here in Nuyark called The Puhblishur. Sounds almost as scary as The Conductor. I don’t know what a Reejakeshun Letter is, but one made two writers I met cry. I might have to find a way to write without meeting The Puhblishur. I think I’ll go back to the rain. Wet is better than cold.
I don’t understand how writing works here. I write things down… and nothing happens. My characters don’t show up. My scenery doesn’t change. Maybe it’s a quirk in the system I’m using. I’ll have to play around with it later. I heard a rumor that writers often go to a place called Nuyerk. I heard another rumor that there is a lot of snow in Nuyerk. I’ve never seen real snow. I might have to go look.
I’ve been here for two days now. People are always spending time on something called Soshal Meedya, so I’m trying to learn. I Owled yesterday! Owls seem to tweet instead of hooting here. Since I’m here anyway, I’m going to try my imagination at being a writer. I always wanted to write, but I didn’t feel like going to court. Time’s up! There’s a lot of rain here, but The Conductor will catch my scent eventually. -Z7
Someone left a major plot hole in the space-time-space continuum. I’m not sure how, but I made it through. It looks like I made it to a place called Reeyal Lyphe. Little scary– things are static here. I’ll update more when I figure out how this new world works. Must move often to avoid The Conductor (or, worse, The Editor)! -Z7