Some days, I like to step back a few centuries when it comes to social behaviors and speech. Such as having my Sifu answer his door to find me bowing and saying “I’ve come to seek permission to peruse the Library.”
Which is to say: some days I like to be very odd and for some reason, everyone around me just rolls with it.
To delve further, my Kung Fu teacher has a personal library in his house that is wall-to-wall with filled bookshelves. There’s barely enough room for the small seats and lamps that he has in there. It’s one of my favorite areas in my entire town.
If I say I seek permission, he knows I’m hoping to borrow a few of his texts. Considering that one of my side-projects is a Sherlock Holmes story, and Sifu is a Baker Street Irregular, it’s where I go if I ever have a question about the man.
Permission was formally granted (I’m not the only one out here that can switch to “traditional” speech patterns) and I had a couple hours to pore through the Library. One of the Jow-Gows of that kwoon (Black Sash or senior student, and school) is also a Dresden Files nerd, so I sought her out to ask what she thought of my theories and possible storyline.
It’s occasionally fun to explore these fan-fiction ideas, though I’m determined to not let it be a distraction. It’d take maybe a month to write out, if my layout is sound enough.
Still, I’ve made sure to pencil out a couple hours to work on the upcoming session and get a few pages in.
Stay safe out there, readers.
-JB Swift
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