The answer to riddle no. 3 was, in fact, nothing.

If you decide to participate in the Essay question, I will be posting the winning entry (and any runners up) on this blog.

I will also put up a website where I will post all entries.

From here.

One fastidious night in McKinley Park a fallow ghost named Armand Ryden was walking home from a lurid day of spooking and eating. Suddenly, he felt as though a strange pair of eyes were flowing him. He said, “Dooood!”

If time permits, and I’m not sure it will, I will be writing some fan fiction this summer.

My two major projects are Harry Potter and a framework for Madeleine L’Engle’s works. In the case of the latter, I’ve gotten caught up in trying to make it through the canon, plus find our her particular stance on fan fiction.

Things have been disorienting lately, but a different style of disorienting than I’m used to.

For starters, the whole work thing. It bounces back and forth between me googling and blogging away whilst filing, trying to remain oblivious to this sort of stagnant hostility most of the nurses, doctors, and office staff have developed towards one another.

Yes you have to choose one…

It’s been done a million times already.

So humor me.

Answer to Riddle #2: A bottle of gin. Easy if you said it with a British accent.

Riddle #3:

The poor have it.

The rich need it.

And if you drink it you’ll die.