Category: The Silver Door
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One Eighth
The girls figured out their first puzzle in the Spire, and are about to confront their second. I crossed the ten-thousand word mark, but also drew a map and did a bit more language building, so I’m delighted with the day’s progress. And I’m one eighth of the way finished with the book.
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Familiar Acts, Unfamiliar Places
There is such strange comfort in going through the patterns of creating a language; in figuring out from sounds and grammar and syntax the character of a people lost from the world. The Sun Wizards are gone, though a few artifacts from their wondrous culture remain. I’ve been building backwards, from a city, a handful…
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Language brakes
Rolling along, close to wrapping up for the day, I hit a situation. No. A Situation. Dammit. Had this lovely scene going, and suddenly I realized that it could not, could not, take place in the language in which it was taking place. It would have been sloppy, it would have been cheating … and…
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Doors…
You generally don’t think much about doors. I know I don’t. But, well, doors are a big issue today. I’m at 7602, with 1540 of the day’s 2000 words finished, and the Spire keeps tossing me surprises.
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At 6515 words
The story progresses.
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Up at 4:30 AM
Writing… Writing…
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2074 words, and the Spire
Again, the words were wonderful fun this morning. Didn’t get started until 7:30, but I finished with over two thousand words, and I landed in the Spire, a completely unexpected place. I’m discovering it as I write it, and I’m fascinated. I didn’t know it was here until its owner dropped the girls on the…
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Up at 5, well before the crack of dawn
Working on Moonroads. The words are flying this morning. I couldn’t face another day of website work without getting words, and my goal is 2000 new ones. It’s October, and I love October. My window is open, cool sweet air is blowing through my office, the dark is charming and there’s something big and toothy…