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Not Bad!

Okay, so I’m a little proud of myself…

Not the same words, but the same idea

Different words, same idea

I’ve been taking a class via FutureLearn on the Archaeology of Portus (a major (man-made!) port on the west coast of Italy during the 1st-6th centuries AD).  Yesterday, one of the lessons suggested we try to translate a Roman inscription from the Trajanic Period of the port.

[ ]
NE[ ]
TRA[ ]
DAC[ ]
I[ ]
[ ]VA INVN[ ]
[ ]DSIDVE V[ ]
[ ] PERFN[ ]

Most experts fill in the blanks this way:

[Imp(erator) Caes(ar) divi]
NE[rvae f(ilius) Nerva]
TRA[ianus Aug(ustus) Germ(anicus)]
DAC[icus trib(unicia) pot(estate)]
I[mp(erator) co(n)s(ul) p(ater) p(atriae)]
FOSSAM [fecit/restitui iussit]
[q]VA INVN[dationes Tiberis]
[ad]SIDVE V[rbem vexantes]
[rivo p]EREN[ni instituto arcerentur]
— from the lecture

or like this:

[Imp(erator) Caes(ar) divi] / Ne[rvae f(ilius) Nerva] / Tra[ianus Aug(ustus) Germ(anicus)] / Dac[icus trib(unicia) pot(estate)] / i[mp(erator) — co(n)s(ul) — p(ater) p(atriae)] / fossam [restitui iussit] / [q]ua inun[dationes Tiberis] / [a]dsidue u[rbem vexantes] / [in] per<e>n[ne arcerentur] — from here

This was my translation:

The Divine Emperor Ceasar,
sinew of Nerva (adopted Trajan)
“Trajan’s full name” (lazy; didn’t write it out)
tribune of Dacic (Dacia?)
Consul General, Father of his Country
Made the river/canal to be restored
when the inundation (flooding?) of the Tiber
constantly denied the city its regular flow of trade

This was our teacher’s translation.  Not exactly the same…  but I think I was getting the idea through:

Imperator Caesar Nerva Traianus Augustus, son of the deified Nerva, Conquer of Germany and Dacia, Tribune, Consul, Father of the Nation made a canal by which the floods of the Tiber which continually troubled the City were kept away

Not bad, if I do say so myself.  😀

Of course, the rest of my personal progress is a bit less inspiring.  Of my ROW80 goals, I’ve done very little.  I’m even falling behind again on my critique group work.  As much as I love FutureLearn, I’ve found I cannot take one of their classes without exploring the topics deeply, spending several more hours a week on each class than the anticipated timeframe.

I did get a small bit of writing done in the UnNamed Story.  This means I have something to post for  WIPpet Wednesday!

Following right on the heels of last week’s piece, here are eight sentences for the 8th of February

Ytramli shook his head, just barely avoiding, it seemed, to snarl at the implication that a priestess was somehow of a lesser calling than a priest, though among most Acarians it was the standard view. He shook his head. “It will hurt her—actually it will destroy her among our own people. To offer herself in this manner for Val’s defense is tantamount to offering herself as chattel. Slaves have been, and are sometimes, still used by some of the temples for ritual supplications when the priestess is too old for the physical acts or—.” The man stopped short and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter why they are used. The point is that doing this will destroy her among the Clans.”

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Thank you to the ROW80 community for just being there. 🙂


Back to Basics

Hooray, Thursday is here. That means it must be…
Well, okay, so I’m not on time today.

I took yesterday off for some (mostly) me-time. I think it helped. I’d been fighting a bit of a head-cold, and taking the break seems to have settled the sinuses nicely. A blessing when that happens.

Still, it is now beyond time for my ROW80 check-in and WIPpet Wednesday post. So in tradition with breaking tradition…

my ROW80 mini

Writing-wise this has been an incredible week. I confess, I haven’t always finished my StoryADay stories in a day (always within 24 hrs, but it seems I work best sleeping on them halfway through). That said, I’ve got a bunch of fun bits and pieces from in and out of my story world to explore further some day.

And… because the Boodle wants to share our stories at the same time, my plans for a Sunday PDF are being changed to a Friday post of stories. I may (still thinking on that) be posting them from my “name” blog. I won’t be posting everything. Some pieces I want to develop further. Some involve spoilers for the novels I’m working on now, and I don’t want to reveal too much too soon. I’ll try to share a line from everything.

Everything else is…  so/so.  I confess, I’ve made better friends with my inner-couch potato than is probably wise.  I haven’t even been Pokémon hunting as much.  Probably why the Boodle wants some “us-time” tonight…  I hope it doesn’t rain too soon.

The WIPpet

Today is a piece from a scratch piece I’ve been playing with to decompress. It started out a version of Courting the Swan Song that came to me after my characters all ganged up on me at once and said “It didn’t happen like that at all.” Basically, the original versions I’d been jotting down were too ‘nicey-nice’. To quote ‘Listii, “The brat weren’t capable of being as bad as all that.”

The Brat, in this case being, Alanii…

So, I started trying to incorporate this pieces they were telling me happened into my vision of their world. It was closer, and I find the combination of my creation and their reality a fun place to play. So, since I’ve been in a play and test things mood lately, I’m here to share eight small paragraphs from this new/old piece of CTSS:

“Did you have to tell Morvan about those idiots, ‘Listii?  You know what those hot heads are going to do, don’t you?”

He nodded. “Same as you, just more effectively.”

Visse glared at him. “I wouldn’t have tried to hurt them.”

“No. You’d have been hurt,” he said. “Lies like that need to be stopped–people who spread them must be too.”

“All you’ve done is make sure the lies get said behind closed doors, ‘Listii. You aren’t going to stop them from talking.”

He shrugged keeping his gaze straight ahead. “I’ve stopped those three.”

He was saved from more of her accusing looks by the welcome from the caller at the entrance to the slave stocks. He left his sister’s side just long enough to register for his bidding placard. The bag of bid chits he tied to his belt. Not that he didn’t trust his sister, but he knew full well that any troublemakers would think twice about trying something against him, where they might not be so smart regarding her.

They didn’t need to be kicked out of the market a second time for Vissellii gutting a man.

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Somewhat Sweltering

Testing the steadiness of my hands with a new camera/phone

Testing the steadiness of my hands with a new camera/phone

Okay, so those of you who live more equatorial than I do might not find my distress at the weather the past few days too dramatic, but taking a truck to the garage when the thermometer on the dash (outside temp) said 104°F because the air conditioning didn’t work and the thermostat for the cooling system was stuck anyway…

I wasn’t the only one sweltering that time.  My poor truck…  😦

There have been some excellent moments these past few days though.  All is well, and too soon, the snows and ice will come, and I’ll be wishing I didn’t have to bundle up so much just to be comfortable.

Just can’t please me….  😉

Row80 Check-in & Assessment

It hasn’t been the best week for actual goals, but sometimes things just happen.  Some of this is an awareness that things that have been in transition are finding their base-points and having to figure out how to best incorporate the new changes for our family.  Things are being done that have nothing to do with my ROW80 goals, but they need to be done.  Little things like my homeschooling paperwork for the Boodle since our hopes of getting him back to Catholic school are on hold for a time…

At least the Boodle has found he can keep in touch with some of his friends from there with email and online gaming.  And the occasional get-together is sweet too.

So, without further apologies…

    • Goal: spend ~three hours a week delving into writing craft related learning
    • Progress: still reading Steinbeck’s Journal of a Novel though I don’t think I reached exactly 3 hours this week.
    • Goal: Hand-write new words daily! (the Five Sentences thingie)
    • Progress: umm, yes, no, maybe…  not really sure here.  I wrote, but since it wasn’t daily, I guess I can’t call this a “check”
    • Goal: typing two pages a day of old notebooks into the computer
    • Progress: um, heck no
    • Goal: maintain local critique group submission of excerpts and critiques during non-NaNoWriMo months
    • Progress: no
    • Goal: return to regular posting in the WIPpet and WeWriWa blog hops
    • Progress: WIPpet–yes; WeWriWa–on hold till September since I’ll be out of town next week and cannot promise visits.
    • Goal: sponsor duties for the ROW80 twice a week
    • Progress: on track
    • Goal: Explore my creative side daily
    • Progress: not…well, maybe; I guess taking photographs counts
    • Goal: Daily languages (except Sundays)
    • Progress: on track
    • Goal: daily exercise amounting to a minimum of 30 minutes a day
    • Progress: easily (so nice to have something I’m doing well on here)
    • Goal: Discover something “new” to me (this one is easy, but daunting too, since I have to resist the urge to follow these cow trails)
    • Progress: A FB friend posted this link about a physicist and her choice of career change…  and I found myself delightfully mired for several days, absorbing her career and choice:
Just some goldenrod, but OH!  Golden!

Just some goldenrod, but OH! Golden!

To add to that last goal:  I’ve spent discovering new things about my new phablet.  So far I’ve learned I do not like the Duolingo app for Android (so very glad I kept my old iPhone4 around as my puttering device), that I am even more in love with the stylus and native handwriting tools than I’d ever expected, and the camera is frighteningly capable.

Handwriting on a phone is nothing like handwriting in a notebook mentally for me.  There is a “processing difference” that happens when I see the text converted, when I know I need to be on guard for some of my quirky character names, etc.; I don’t create so much on the phone yet.  Perhaps that’s something whose time will come eventually.

That’s Life though…  a learning process.