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Thusly Began December

I expect my posting frequency to get back to daily this week.  My two coding classes no longer have any assignments to turn in and I’m not likely to waste time studying for a test when I could be writing instead.  My paying job continues to be more manageable as well.  It’s nice that I’ll be able to end the day at 5 and to wake up and write rather than log in.

This recent and most devastating bout with non-writing displeases me.  But has my daily short-term writing memory.  I need to quit writing beads and string a necklace.

Day 316

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A Year on the Drenfennelen

Follow all of Kraite and Duoroo’s adventures using the ‘qwain‘ tag.

Duoroo climbed out of the cool forest and into the open clearing.  She felt her irises tighten from the light.  A rush of movement through the air above her turned into an explosive crack in the dry river bed ahead of her.  She dropped to a crouch but got nicked above her right eye anyway.  A careful but expressive huff of breath followed the original sharp echo in her ears as she stood but before she could identify what struck first.  A large close thing blocked the once deep clearing.

“Monk,” the bulky thing stated from just above her.

Its tone didn’t seem threatening, but when Duroo heard its bare feet shift on the rock and its right arm close in on her left side she prepared to fit her movement with its.  She let it place a hand on her shoulder so she could gauge its size and heft.  Once connected, she felt the weight of its arm sag.  She raised both her hands—one on the outside and one on the inside—trapping the arm.  She paced her crouch to be just ahead of its dropping weight and turned some.  She felt it unbalance for a moment then immediately regain that balance without apparent movement.  Strange.

“You’re blind?” the thing asked.  Duoroo didn’t respond out loud, instead she analyzed the bemused voice.  His accent put him off-planet but still of Qwain.

And then I had to go to dinner…

Day 315

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Jealous Honga Rider Turns

I recently spent more time on a piece than I normally do.  I combined two inspirational illustrations from Gorilla Artfare and I two-lined some common plot ideas.  Two nights ago I mind mapped one of those plots—or at least I mind mapped the plot concept: jealousy.

Going in I had a main character and an instigating character that I suspected would become jealous of the MC.  This jealousy, I imagined, would fuel the MC’s adversity.  As I mapped out some related ideas I discovered that jealousy make more sense to me as a defining characteristic of the MC not of the antagonist.  This surprised me.  And it sucked because I’d pictured the MC as the MC not the other way around.

My thoughts circle this idea like the angels that must orbit just above the vultures waiting on prey to finally die.  I don’t want the original idea to pass, but I know it will.  I’m ready to capture the soul as it rises from the meat.  Which makes about as much sense as what i”m trying to accomplish.

I like the idea of jealousy.  It feels fresh and new to me as a plot.

I was surprised to find search terms landing here for the word I coined for this thread: honga.  Turns out I didn’t coin it and it’s not a good thing.  Google it if you like.

Day 314