50 - A God, Wealthy

Lin

I slept for a bit longer than usual.

In all fairness, I also slept a lot later.

Usually I'd have gone to bed by five or six in the evening, but I stayed up past nine last night.

And woke up at 5am, which is actually when I like to wake up.

I'm onto my last £100 today.

I'll have to make it count in the next two weeks, unless I end up getting a call from the psychic agency I signed up to.

I'm excited. I actually have a lot more energy than usual, which is a good thing.

If I put that energy into getting things done, I could get a decent amount of money.

Today, I want to get the rest of the plot summaries for my Christmas book done, and perhaps write the first four chapters.

It would be fun. Plus, it would give me more to do than the blog, which I'd have to ensure I have energy for.

If I do this right, I could get a publishing deal.

And as it's getting nearer to Christmas, I'm sure plenty of people would love it.

I was just watching Ian Boggs' advice on being successful, and I've never been so determined to get where I want to be than now.

This time, I'm there.

I've also begun to learn Gaelg (Manx), which I feel is somehow helping me to feel better and more energetic in my life.

Language is more often than not a gateway to communication with many people, and because of that, I want to ensure that the languages I use are ones that I can help keep alive by speaking them.

Manx, for me, is a native tongue. And I'm protecting her.

Desmond, Douglas and Mannanán all come from there. It would be unfair of me to leave them in the dirt by abandoning their language.

Besides, regaining native languages from my familial heritage is healing, especially for me.

I don't think I've typed this fast since I first started writing this blog.

As I said to a good friend of mine, I have a feeling that a lot of my difficulties have come from not knowing what to do with the energy I've reclaimed due to not having had access to it for a long time.

But I'm recovering today.

So let's do this.

A pound coin clanks onto my altar in the nemeton, followed by a note.

"Don't overreach, but you can do this. I believe in you, and am investing in you. Don't give up.

Your uncle,

Ploutos"

Ploutos!

He's technically my mother's half-brother, and my aunt's brother. (They have different fathers.) It's nice to hear from him.

What are you investing in, uncle?

Revolution.

So you know as well.

Of course I do. And I'm here to help. Vesunna said you'd need help with money at some point soon. It looks like you need it now. I think your money magnet is out of commission. I'm more than happy to repair it, if you'll let me.

You're doing a lot for me. What do you want in return?

Nothing.

Well, you're not going away with nothing.

I rummage through my offerings to pull out a golden pocketwatch, and put it onto the offering altar.

Does this suffice?

It more than suffices. Thank you.

I figured that he wouldn't want to ask for anything, but that he'd want something anyway. Most of his offerings he gets from the real Hades, because they share an epithet. But it's always important to get offerings of your own, lest you be forgotten about. And whilst he isn't in quite as deep shit as my brother, he's definitely almost there.

Of course. You're my uncle.

I watch as the pocketwatch disappears, then fish out an eye amulet, for that to asport too.

Keep safe.

And you, Medusa.