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Topsy-Turvy

Just kicking back

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything here.  Sometimes it feels like it’s been a long time since I wrote.  It’s not true…  I’ve managed some writing regularly.  Not as much as I feel I should be doing, and definitely not enough to feel the release writing used to bring to me when life was a bit less crazy.

Things have been a little off-kilter these days.  We’re in the midst of a move, preparing for a trip to the UK (was already half in the works well before all this location change stuff happened), the home repairs and renovations we’d intended on finishing through “Weekend Warrior-ing” are now being done at whirlwind speeds….

I haven’t had a lot of mental energy left for posting to my blogs.  Or rather to this blog.  I have managed pretty well at keeping the ROW80 blog on track.  Mostly…  I dropped the ball this week,  twice.

So, to get myself back into a bit of a schedule, I’m resuming my ROW80 journey.  Simple goals…

  • RWA challenge, write 200o words and edit 100 pages of CTSS each month.
  •  Keep up the ROW80 blog and prep things for the England trip
  • Keep sane goals…  sort through closets and dressers for more donations; sort through houses we’ve visited by neighborhood, access to trains, etc.

It’s enough.  The Boodle has camp for the next two weeks, so I’ll be driving a lot.  Audiobooks!  I think I may want to download an audiobook or two.

Yeah…  that’s how it is.  😉

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Falling Backward

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Lots of news today (check-in below the WIPpet).  The best?  After I’d finally set up the main route for my trip to the UK later this Spring, I got in touch with some former WIPpeteers (and a few ROWers too)… and there are visits happening!  While we don’t get to see their works in progress anymore, we’ve stayed in touch on Facebook (and the Boodle has been avidly reading Kate Frost’s Time Shifters a second time in anticipation of going to some of the locations in the story).

It’ll be fun to go back to Warwick.  Though I think of the castles I saw in England, Kenilworth or Dover were my favorites.  Or maybe….

They say that these ruins of the Bridgnorth Castle lean more than the Tower of Pisa

They say that these ruins of the Bridgnorth Castle lean more than the Tower of Pisa

Ooh.. must move on.  Though, if you want to enjoy more English Castles, there is The Castle Lady and her great blog.  Next up…

WIPpet of the week

Still sticking with the Unnamed story, because so little else except classwork seems to be able to find space in my mind of late.  I’ve been very busy, but not feeling much like things are getting done…

Simple, boring maths for the day… Fifteen sentences for the 15th of May, and they again, follow right on the heels of last week’s post:

Alanii noticed as much what the man had not said as what he had. Without betraying the Hastor secret, Ytramli had betrayed it fully. He joined Valmara in giving the man a glower.

Lan shored Ytramli’s point in returning it.

At least Alanii was wise enough to not raise his voice when his cousin rejoined with “what’s more important here? A secret that everyone knows or protecting the woman willing to sacrifice herself to allow Val the delusion that it’s still one?”

“Among us? Atyriia is of—”

Alanii broke off at the sound of a collapse, followed by a cry of “Siera!” from down the hall. He knew by the sounds, the clatter of keys and the near silent step, that it involved Valistii, but friendship or not, he knew better than go to his friend’s aid. As host, Valmara could act, but since the Hastor Heir was still considering his drink, Alanii couldn’t even justify sending Lan or Ytramli to check on his officer.

He shared a momentary look of concern with his cousin and Lan, then after another taste of his pipe, took back the lighter from the table and re-lit it. Down the hall, he heard Valistii getting help of some kind. He’d know what kind soon enough. It was enough to know that the man felt he needed help.

And that’s about it.  Why don’t you head on over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Thanks to Emily Witt for graciously hosting our little bloghop.  I know exactly what work she does to keep us going, and it’s definitely appreciated.

ROW80

Again, not much writing being done.  The serious work on my plate keeps getting bumped in the simple need to wind down after a bunch of classwork and general ‘keep functioning’ chores and errands.  Not to mention lots of snow to shovel and shifting sleep schedules (in hopes of saving some of the jetlag I know will occur when we cross The Pond), I’ve been beat and feeling decidedly uncreative of late.

Ideas are simmering however.  Because of the research involved in my classes and the incredible discussions that I’ve had with some of my classmates in our study group (the Adventurous Teals, a name that just tickles my fancy, since teal is my favorite color), a more and more complete image of the world in my stories is developing.  I had (or, at least, like to think I had) a decent grasp on my main characters for the last few years, but now I’m seeing how the supporting characters fit into the world, how the secondary characters got to the places they did, and how the world could have evolved into the society it did.

And I’m looking seriously at Australia

As for the rest of my goals, the only one I’ve maintained any progress on (well, except the England trip plans) is maintaining the ROW80 website.  I’m finding more and more places that need tweaking there.  Kait was definitely thorough when she planned her conversion to the ROW80 becoming a Facebook only group.  That it didn’t exactly work that way isn’t so much of a hassle as a bit of a regret.  I wish I’d spoken up sooner about taking over the website maintenance.  I like being part of the challenge (though I was never much good at sponsor posts), and this is one area where I actually feel capable of doing stuff.

That’s progressing now, however.

Lastly, though I didn’t post a check-in on Sunday from the Garden of Delights, I did start setting some things in motion there to merge these two blogs into one.  In fact, I wrote a post…  or rather a page.  It’s not posted yet, since I’m still working out logistics, but it’s a step forward.

There’s more, lots of piddly bits and curiosities.  I’m drowning in a sea of wonder and curiosity with my classes, a delightful, yet terrifying feeling, and thinking about the trip keeps intervening…  in a nice way.  I like how planning days is coming out (colored index cards for each locale with possible day trips on each—built in flexibility for weather, visits and plain old exhaustion), but all these preparations take headspace.  And that seems in short supply these days…

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[ ]
FOSSAM [ ]
[ ]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!


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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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