Seems my iPhone post did go through but for a date in July.
Eventually From The iPhone
I wrote and now those words are gone. This loss matters very little as I regularly move on fromt he work I place here on 1000 Days but I’m bummed because it means I’ve still not got my WordPress iPhone app working properly. Some day this may matter.
For reference, I’m capturing a few blurbs from the piece I lost because the effort felt like something worth returning to at the time and I at least owe myself that possibility.
The name of the magical company is Crainewood Ltd. Their policies regarding mage counts are loosely governed by numerology because the founder’s grandson’s mistress was a numerologist. A recently hired mage finds herself knocking on the door of the Chief Executive Mage in order to have the proper number of mages for a mundane little enchantment.
Day 406
Crainestock Ltd
I need a new place to write for a while. Maybe I’m being childish but I’m just not finding much motivation siting at my desk. What I am finding is more than a little distraction and more than a few excuses. Today I’m giving the WordPress app a third shot. Maybe this time I’ll get something up online.
Leaves fell from the trees much as they always do in the early part of my feigned writing. This action reads like an ending but writes like a beginning. Leaves fall to the ground from autumn soaked limbs, from winter frozen branches, and from dampened vernal buds. We all know this.
No idea where that was going but on the iPhone I’m not deleting it since it proves I wrote at all. Let’s try again.
Crainestock Ltd loosely enforced a policy established so far back in company history that most old Crainers took for granted the story they passed on to the new Crainers: Edward Crainestock III’s mistress was a Numerologist. Of course none of the company’s documentation captured this detail and certainly the veracity was never tested by a deep or even scant perusal of the company’s less official papers either. Everyone employed in those early days knew it to be true, therefore it was now true.
The policy held that no spell, not the smallest charm to power a child’s trinket or the most secret enchantments used to imbue legendary class weapons, shall be carried out by less than a Triad. That in all cases a prime number of mages was preferred to just an odd number and that any odd number was preferred to an even number even when it meant less mages be employed.
Kera found herself in the strange position of not only begging the crusty Bookman to help her but also waiting outside the door of the Chief Executive Mage’s office while he finished a phone call so she could finish her last enchantment before heading off on vacation.