Today is 10 March, 2026
Oh, it’s been a few months, readers. And I should tell you about it if anything had actually happened. But the truth is that you’ve unfortunately witnessed one of my many states where I longer wish to count time or participate in reality. Selfishly, though, I entered this torpor without regard to my loved ones. The last notable event I remember is welcoming Sybelle back into my home around Christmastime and then immediately falling into my own dark patterns so thick the illness swallows me like a terrible substance. I did not wish to move unless blindly hunting and I neglected my fledgeling and lover who was ever patient until he tore me from my dizzying misery and now I’m in New Orleans.
I have been for a little more than a night now. And I should credit Daniel for putting this scheme together.
I was here last year, about the same exact time of the season. I remember Lestat taking my laptop. I remember being in a bad mood. You must understand that New Orleans is complicated for me and I’ve entered her again in a stupor I wish I wasn’t still suffering from.
We were ushered to her by one of Jesse’s many contacts; by plane and then by car but notably this time… we are not housing with Lestat and Louis. Daniel made this choice, because he is intelligent and he loves me. Oh… don’t read this disappointed. Again, it’s complicated. It’s a long story. You can read about it. There are several books about it. And we love them and we are with them but in our own beds next to each other and on our own time. And we are staying in an area that is nostalgic to both myself and Daniel. We are taking it slow.
Perhaps I will tell you more about this torpor I have suffered from for the past months or maybe I’ll just indulge about this year’s shenanigans to one of our favorite cities. Right now I smell magnolias, coffee, booze and chlorine.
I should not ask you to forgive me for abandoning this writing habit for so long because I’m not a victim and I am terrible and selfish and neglectful but I don’t forget the people I talk to on this blog. Also, this type of suffering was a long time over due and I’m frankly stunned at myself for lucid enough to open my computer to write. Even on the jet to airport I was covered in blankets like a make-shift tomb, barely even acknowledging one of my favorite flight attendants.
I thank God for Daniel. I thank God for Jesse. I thank God for everyone who still loves me.
I thank God for Lestat who quietly joined me in front of Saint Louis Cathedral so I could simply listen music.
Anyway. Au revoir for tonight but I will deeply make an effort to write every day here.
-A.
