Dramatis Personæ

Regular readers may have noticed I pulled my “Seinfeldian Chain” page. It got good hits—likely due to the celebrity of the name itself—but I rarely updated it and let’s face it, the idea that I actually write every everyday is a lie I tell myself. One that didn’t need a fancy tracking device to expose my shame. So, gone.

In it’s place you will soon find a Cast of Characters page. I dreamed this up last night as a way of avoiding productive speculative writing, but I’ve got an angle. A trip through this last year’s writing plucking green, ripe, and rotten fruit from the branches of my posts ought to help me find a new thread to pick up on or an abandoned thread to revive. Also, I intend to try my hand at one or two-line character sketches.

I know I have characters for whom my description in situ fell short of full and even short of what I held in my head. Doing this harvest should preserve whatever considerations I’d given these characters at the time and probably expose details you’d not known before.

Lastly, I’m curious to reveal my character demographics. My writing feels physically diverse, but I’m thinking I have a number of Mary Sues out there that need to take a few strides away from their creator. At the very least a head count may be amusing.

Day 297

Day 99: Penultimate Days

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 a couple days and and scheduled a couple outages.  One hundred days isn’t exactly a easy duration to apply to a calendar to find a finish line from a start date.  All this is to say that I didn’t and probably couldn’t have planned to have done this on purpose.  It must be fate.  The trouble is I am at a loss for what meaning it could provide.

My wife and I don’t both write.  She’s not encouraging me to quit my day job to go pro (nor am I).  She doesn’t even read this site.  That leaves me to side  with my unromantic mathematical friend that this coincidence contains no meaning.  I won’t go so far as to fell it foolish to even think that it should; he can go there on his own.

I should spend the time instead getting a card or drawing a picture or writing a poem.

Word count:  206

Day 94: Flowers Along the Drenfennelen

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 Drenfennelen river, smelled clean even a bit spicy.  The warming morning air brought with it the earth aroma…

Lots of thoughts on this.  Too many to put together into a thread of words at this point.  He’s sitting atop an aqueduct ruin and gay.  More later.

Made another theme change.  It needs a better header photo, but I like the simplicity and the extra column. Will have to tweak or dump the tagcloud. Snuck a bit of AdSense in there too.  Enjoy.

Word count: 136