inventor’s dungeon
November 30, 2007
Tagged: image
I write every day whether I like it or not. In about three years I’ll stop.
Jeremiah Hardsock pulled his nearly dead brother, Wendell Christopher Hardsock, through the chill marsh waters. Jeremiah hoped the cold would slow WC’s bleeding. He repeated a single thought over and over and end to end: this has got to be faster. He no longer felt certain.
The broadly fletched arrow poking straight out of WC’s chest [...]
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Tagged: come back, trappersNovember 29, 2007
The nature of this bloggish incarnation of my daily writing doesn’t allow me to write anything prior to the day I post it. Which leaves me little time for editing or pruning of my efforts. Not that I would have been preparing this 100th day long in advance. Let me tell you what I have [...]
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Tagged: hallmark, progressNovember 28, 2007
I’ve just noticed that the 100th day of writing here on 1000 Days will coincide with the my and my wife’s 10th anniversary. This was not planned or foreseen–not till today anyway.
I’m inclined to derive some meaning from this concurrence. I began writing at 1000 Days in a fairly random way. I’ve failed to write [...]
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Tagged: housekeepingNovember 27, 2007
A lumpy line of green–I believe Dark Grass Green–established the distant treeline. It’s tone necessarily darker than the foreground; it’s definition necessarily less distinct as well. Next up the Light Grass Green and almost identical shrubs even distributed themselves along the horizon. The conical shrubs in the distance smaller than those nearer in. Finish off [...]
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November 26, 2007
The home stretch to Day 100 is proving tough indeed. Think of this a regrouping.
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The morning water draws a line from bank to bank. Bare aspens stagger out of the beaver pond and climb up the flooded slope. The edge is crisped with ice.
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The first pellet of rain draws a line from [...]
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Tagged: five timesNovember 25, 2007
Kraite stroked the ridge of fur back from the corner of his mouth and twisted the thin braid at the end. He disliked the style, but the braids appealed to Mallen. Repeating the action made him feel thoughtful.
He was not thoughtful. At least not anymore.
The bush in Qwain, especially here at the headwaters of the [...]
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Tagged: come back, continuation, qwainNovember 24, 2007
I’d hoped in the drive back to OKC that I’d have been able to come up with more regarding Kraite, Qwain, and the Drenfennelen from yesterday. I sorted nothing out.
Justifying the aqueduct near the headwaters of a river is going to be tough. For now, I’ll stick with it. For whatever reason I’ve never been [...]
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