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Aug. 20th, 2002 12:35 pmOkay, so I took a break this weekend. I wrote 112 words on Friday, and none on Saturday or Sunday. I don't have a spectacular wordcount to report for Monday (it's still Monday, because I haven't been to sleep, and in fact don't plan to until tonight¹, so Tuesday effectively doesn't exist this week, which is fine with me, frankly), but I consider 1425 respectable, considering I wasn't intending to write anything today because I'm so damn tired. (I was just tweaking a few things. But you can guess where that always lands me. I wound up tearing out the latest scene, which was almost there but not quite working for me around the end, and rewriting it from the second paragraph on. It's much nicer now. I think I'm going to run the three most recent scenes by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilairen to see if they're as good, as stereotypy and as infodumpy, respectively, as I think they are.)
I've been pondering languages for the tri-sexed critters below; languages would be useful because they would enable me to give them a damn name. What I think I'm going to do is come up with the oldest remembered language from the most widespread language group, which seems fair. I suspect it will bear some resemblance to Sanskrit. It would be useful if I knew Sanskrit from a hole in the ground first, probably. I'm going to have to work on that. I'd like to come up with a structure for it that's orthogonal to the structure of most human languages, but I'm not coming up with anything — I keep coming back to trigger systems, except Tagalog and its ilk have already taken that one, the bastards. I've also been pondering what sort of sounds they can make with their longer palates and larger nasal passages. And thinking about their feet, though this has nothing to do with language.
Some highlights from the most recent few thousand words — not many, because most of the recent funny requires a lot of context.
Asher and Logan are having a good wrestle, and all is right with my bit of world for the moment. Oh, nearly forgot to mention: you want to read Ursula Vernon's web comics, particularly Random Interludes. Yes, I'm obsessing a bit. But she's so funny.
¹ Because, as Darkhawk pointed out, my sleep cycle is mightily screwed up, and short of drugs — notable for not actually working last time — this is the only way of fixing it. And I don't like leaving her alone at midafternoon. God only knows what sort of trouble that woman might get into. It chills my blood just to think about it.
lilairen to see if they're as good, as stereotypy and as infodumpy, respectively, as I think they are.)I've been pondering languages for the tri-sexed critters below; languages would be useful because they would enable me to give them a damn name. What I think I'm going to do is come up with the oldest remembered language from the most widespread language group, which seems fair. I suspect it will bear some resemblance to Sanskrit. It would be useful if I knew Sanskrit from a hole in the ground first, probably. I'm going to have to work on that. I'd like to come up with a structure for it that's orthogonal to the structure of most human languages, but I'm not coming up with anything — I keep coming back to trigger systems, except Tagalog and its ilk have already taken that one, the bastards. I've also been pondering what sort of sounds they can make with their longer palates and larger nasal passages. And thinking about their feet, though this has nothing to do with language.
Some highlights from the most recent few thousand words — not many, because most of the recent funny requires a lot of context.
Arunir put her hand on Sweeney's shoulder just before the elf began to boil over; Rook could just see it thinking about diving over the counter and doing something terribly graphic to the man on the other side. Instead it stared at the ceiling for a moment, lips pursed, and then it resorted to bribery.
"Shit," Sweeney said, and kept saying it for three or four syllables.
"In the past, it's been a useful thing for people of the sort who are known to want large quantities of numen around to keep these quantities around in objects designed for this purpose, rather than in, say, their bodies, which is dangerous for a number of reasons." Yeah, those were the infinitely long sentences he knew and loved. "You need to design the object for this purpose because otherwise the numen will just run out of it like water through a permeable membrane into an area of greater salinity."
Either that was hilarious, or Rook was tired and stressed.
"Now, you have to understand that this is like me looking at your DNA and a newt's and saying, 'Ah, yes, clearly they're related."
Asher and Logan are having a good wrestle, and all is right with my bit of world for the moment. Oh, nearly forgot to mention: you want to read Ursula Vernon's web comics, particularly Random Interludes. Yes, I'm obsessing a bit. But she's so funny.
¹ Because, as Darkhawk pointed out, my sleep cycle is mightily screwed up, and short of drugs — notable for not actually working last time — this is the only way of fixing it. And I don't like leaving her alone at midafternoon. God only knows what sort of trouble that woman might get into. It chills my blood just to think about it.
