Story of the Day
So my muse had a heydey. It talked to me about two stories too sprawling for me to want to take any time to write just now, with other more important stuff to read and write on my plate, but oh! how it talked. The potential in the premises, the possibilities!
May I remind you I have The Rothnen Cycle to write, City of Glass to sketch out, and a heap of a lot of writing/publishing work for my other pen name?
Duly reminded, my muse's response went something like: Write it down! Write it down! We'll do it later and it'll be big and we can make a series of it, and we could do this and we could do that and...
May you all be blessed with more tractable, less distractible muses than mine!
Vardin Word of the Day
hieret | hyeret [ HEE eh ret ] or [ HYEH ret ] from h - l/y - r (etym. )
b. a. #n. behaving oneself properly within the traditions or demands of society, household law, etc.
In short, what my muse has not been.
Written Work of the Day
I did accomplish something worthwhile on the actual main attraction of my writing world, but I shall present a snippet from the muse's illicit love affair instead.
On the corner of Fifth Street, on the north side of the Kingdoms in the City Beshet, stands a small, dingy grey building, almost a shack rather than a building, but the walls are of moldered brick, not wood, and the glass is still quite good, so perhaps it is still just a building and an engraved brass sign hangs over the door: "Hero for Hire—Inquire Within."
Through the glass, we can see that just inside is a tall, drab grey desk stands with a man sitting pulled up to it in a chair overlarge but comfortable. He at least has escaped the drabness of his shabby, grey world and is dressed rather smartly for a man down on his luck in a fine blue sweater and respectable slacks. A pair of glasses perches on his nose, but these we must assume he removes when swashbuckling as a hero ought, and overall, the look of him inspires confidence. His name is Cameron Wyatt.
He could even be successful with such an air about him, but alas! The clients sit and cross their ankles or arms and offer jobs which he must patiently explain—over and over—are for villains, not for heroes. It is quite clear that few in this brave and fractured world even understand the difference. The young Mr. Wyatt's face grows grim as he opens his daily mail—mostly bills, we surmise—and finally, we see through the glass that he has turned inward, toward the secretary's desk in the corner, and told her something.
The next morning, a small sign appears in the window. "Now hiring, villain. Inquire within."
I suppose he grew tired of leaving money on the table.
Rec of the Day
A Natural History of Dragons by Marie Brennan
This book has excited me since Marie Brennan first started talking about it, and now there's an excerpt and it's a delight, in keeping with the word of the day, about a young lady who is anything but properly behaved (more power to her).
