So now “Flawed Swords” is a Thing. Not a finished Thing, but a Thing with a title and several pages and a lot of emotional Baggage.
It better cooperate and turn out to be a decent story, or I may institute a “whack-a-mole” policy for intrusive story ideas. (As if that would work!)
The finished stories, in the new folder of Paksworld stories, are “Bank Transfer” and “Destinies.” The latter follows “Consequences” in DEEDS OF YOUTH.
This coming weekend (3/22 to 3/24) I’ll be traveling to Dallas to meet with my sabre fencing coach to clear up some things I didn’t get solid during his workshop here on March 2. I have always been slow to learn footwork (in dance and in fencing) and got very mixed up that day. Russ said (in both video and person) that difficulties often do arise when previous training crosses current training, and definitely the rapier footwork keeps invading my brain while I’m trying to do the sabre footwork. Because the train schedule is what it is, the trip will take up 3 days, with two nights in a hotel. Kate, my tech and organizational person, is coming along, so it should be fun in more than one way. (Ten years ago, I could’ve driven up. But even then driving into Dallas and back from here was an exhausting trip…now it’s impossible. Vision, and the mental effects of concussion…can’t concentrate that long, at the level needed for driving on I-35.) So the train.
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The incident concerns Kieri’s first independent command and the Pargunese attack on the Tsaian camp, in which the Crown Prince was killed, Duke Marrakai fatally wounded, and Kieri took command and saved the lot of them. The story I’m writing is the continuation & completion of the story in DEEDS OF YOUTH about Kieri and Selis Marrakai, the young man who was “corrected” by the Prince and told to give his horse to Kieri.
]]>But you have stuck it out with me, encouraging, showing interest at the least progress, and I am more grateful for that than I can easily express. Should any of you be unlucky enough to get your own heads smacked hard enough (or often enough) to cause serious loss of function…I hope you have as supportive a bunch of cheerleaders as you yourselves have been. Don’t give up on each other, or on family members, either. Sometimes the magic works.
Thanks again, and always.
E.
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The next news we want to hear is “yes” but that’s probably months away, if that’s what Anne decides. Keep your fingers crossed. I’ll tell you what I know as soon as I know it.
]]>For instance, Gwennothlin Marrakai is taking her youngest brother Julyan on a trip and includes moving some horses from the Marrakai estate somewhere else. I had, in the previous file, a sketch map of the journey, a timeline, a note of every horse, its name, its breeding, its color, its size. Today I was reading along, early in that journey and they stopped for lunch and then…I spent most of a paragraph on the horses. Not interesting stuff about the horses, not enlivening details that also show I know what I’m describing, but…she helps Julyan get on the horse she wants him to ride that afternoon, and in the process of that tells the reader (only some of whom will care) the horse’s name, breeding, color, and size. Does any of this matter at any point in the story? No. Does Julyan care? No. I found myself mentally staring at the 11 year old kid, who darn well ought to be able to mount that horse without help, and at the horse (which is not going to DO anything remarkable at any point!) and erased a paragraph. After lunch they started off upstream on the trail. It’s not about a mare named Daisy. It IS about one of the horses in particular, but right now they’re going to ride south, upstream, day after day until they’re….never mind. Lips are sealed. THAT bit has details that matter.
More of that section–the travel–will also come out because it’s a separate sort of sequence that ties into the main sequence down the line. “The Chainsaw of Correction…” is snarling in my ear.
On the other hand, I’m still very happy with the battle scenes. Gritty.
]]>The writing. Trying to recapture and rewrite one of the stories from last summer, the sequel to “Consequences” in DEEDS OF YOUTH, last year’s short fiction collection. It’s slid in and out of focus, because I’m trying to write it “whole and fresh” as if I were first-drafting. Vague shadows of what the story was before wander across my mind, as I work on it. This takes time.
The Real World. Every year I prepare a report for the local county tax assessor’s office on our Wildlife Management project, as required to maintain our ag exemption. The report includes both a required form from Texas Parks & Wildlife, to be filled out, and additional information to substantiate the report. There are seven specific types of activities that “count” toward meeting the state standards for wildlife management, and we must be doing three of them or more every year. I usually include 15+ pages-often 20+, of text and photographs of what we’ve done that year. That takes a LOT of time.
And of course there’s tax stuff, and the *other* tax stuff, and the horse care, and the State of the House…
January is the month in which deadlines land like hammers on an anvil, beating on my poor befuddled brain.
However, January is also the month that my Tech & Organization specialist will be back to help for a week or so. YAY. And if nothing else gets in the way, toward the end of January or at least by mid-Feb, I’ll be up in Irving by train for one night (maybe two, depending on Stuff) to meet with my sabre instructor/coach/biomechanics person, and get homework. Double YAY. February 2 is Vet Day…Laci will be hauling my boys over to the vet hospital for shots, Coggins test, dental work.
Herewith a snippet from the untitled (so far) story. If you haven’t read “Consequences,” these two stories are set decades before DEED of PAKSENARRION, when Kieri Phelan gets his first independent command from the Crown Prince of Tsaia to travel with the Tsaian army to drive out Pargunese invaders in NE Tsaia. Kieri has at this time only one cohort and has been hiring out as an auxiliary to larger merc companies in Aarenis. Aliam Halveric put the Crown Prince in touch with Kieri. “Consequences” is about Kieri’s interaction with the son and heir of one of the noblemen who’s brought his own levy of troops. Duke Marrakai’s son and heir (Selis) is considered too young to fight in the coming battles, and is at the start kind of a spoiled brat teenager who thinks he’s most skilled than he is. THIS story is about a Pargunese attack on the Tsaian headquarters…but much more about the relationships between Kieri and others, as they will develop into the future. First, though, Selis and his father.
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Selis Kirgan Marrakai checked his appearance in the mirror again, tightened his sword belt, and smoothed the fall of his short green cape with its red braid around the margin.
“Selis!” His father the Duke’s voice broke into his worry that something—a hanging thread, a tiny spot—was wrong with his attire. “It’s time. Come on.”
A final glance, a final pass of the comb through his hair. “Coming, Father.” He left his small chamber in the tent and found his father just hanging his sword, wider and longer than Selis’s, on its belt hooks. His father looked at him, his usual hard gaze softening into a smile.
“You look very well, Selis” his father said. “Quite soldierly, I may say. You’ve grown up a lot on this trip; I’m proud of you.”
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]]>Longer version: That includes: books, short fiction, poetry, letters, nonfiction, addresses, etc. Character lists for each piece of fiction (for continuity, very handy to have organized lists for another book or story set in the same universe–by organization, by location, by genealogy, by status (for those who die in the course of a book) , etc. Place names, locations, descriptions. For some, salient physical and historical notes: age at marriage, age at birth of children, age at which significant injury/illness occurs. Etc.
Gone. All of it. Things in print are still there, of course, but as stories, not as organized files where I had been able to look up things like how old Character A was when their younger sibling was born or an older sister died, things that affect characters’ growth & development, deep motivations, reactions, etc.
How it happened doesn’t really matter, except to me and my tech assistant, trying to be sure it never happens again. A lof it is not recoverable at all, given my aging brain with its memory holes here and there. Not without stopping writing new stuff to try to rebuild the research library of the old files. Hours of work spread over nearly 40 years built the accumulated mass, which went way beyond what was obviously in the books.
So I have the complete printout of one of last summer’s short stories, and a printout of part of another. I’m working this week to get them back into digital form, into multiple forms of storage, one of which I hope will still work in 5 or 10 years. I know people who have whole or partial drafts of others. I’m not dwelling on how bad this is, but focusing (narrowly for now) on what I can do, which is work from paper to digital, rebuild a file structure, start filling, and at the same time produce clean texts for publication when the next collection should be out. Not going into gory details because they make my head hurt and take time. Takeaway: Bad break, but writer is not sitting around moaning…writer is, and will be, at work.
]]>The saber continues to fascinate and challenge me. Yes, I’m getting slowly (annoyingly slowly) stronger and better. This week I started working with it twice a day, not just once a day. Exercises that would be boring if I had some other exercise object in my hand, but with a saber…the mindset is different. I want to have a name for it, but did people ever name their saber? Oh. Wait. It just named itself. Joyeux. That fits perfectly.
]]>Before I forget to mention a useful one from today: I had gone down for a brief rest in the afternoon, suddenly felt “It’s time to get up NOW” and got up, put on more warm stuff, and went out to feed horses. Richard came with me to make sure the water got done. I put out their feed, opened the gate, let them into the barn where they went peacefully (no pinned ears, no hoisted hind hoofs) into their respective stalls and started eating. Richard had brought in several more buckets of decomposed granite. I felt energized by the rest enough to bring in four more. Dark clouds had shown to the south, obviously headed this way. Got the fourth bucket in and poured, stamped it down, put the shovel and bucket away. Tigger indicated he’d like a cookie or several. I gave him several, petting him between them,which he tolerated. Rags looked on with envy but kept eating his hay. We left the barn; the rain started, very lightly.
OK, so problem. 4843 word chapter in Horngard II that–temporally speaking–belonged in Horngard I but did not fit it well. For one thing its setting is in southern Fintha…MC is Arvid, others are his mentee, Jakard, whom none of you have met yet, Arvid’s son Arvi, and (very briefly) the yeoman marshal of Arvid’s grange. So it’s a long way from the main line of action; the only overlap is Gwenno Marrakai when she (mumble-mumble-mumble not to spoiler the book.) Gwenno encounters Arvid & Jakard once, briefly. She’s on the main line of the plot; they aren’t. Clearly, that puzzle piece of 4843 words did not belong in Horngard I. Horngard II? It was originally the second chapter of H-2. It got pushed sideways along the tracks, with more of the immediate outcome of H-1 shoving in quite reasonably. H-2 continued to grow, skipping over Arvid and Jakard. I should have pulled it out right then, but it was a compelling chapter, with some really powerful bits in it. Meanwhile its story got more and more out of both place and time with H-2…it’s written contemporaneous to about 2/3–3/4 of the way through H-1, still in late summer, and now, in H-2, it’s winter. And it’s still not main plotline for H-2. So I was going to pull it out right after Thanksgiving. Yesterday, Friday, having forgotten about an earlier problem I had with the new Word and Copy/Paste, I marked it off carefully from the rest and attempted the Copy/Paste.
WORD HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM No hint of what the problem was (other than long, and THEN I remembered I’ve had problems with this new word not wanting to do a simple copy/paste even within a file at times. Sometimes I can copy/paste an image into Word and sometimes I can’t. ) It was late by then because I had goofed off watching videos of saber exercises from several sources on You Tube, so I put it away to argue with today. Today it still would not copy paste that chapter. WORD HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM. Checked all the steps, tried again. WORD HAS ENCOUNTERED A PROBLEM. Infuriating. No information about WHAT problem. Or WHAT to do about it. Or link to more information.
Word used to copy paste smoothly…any length. Now it doesn’t. Why would they change something that useful? Why had they changed the equally useful Cut/Paste? I imagined trying to copy/paste maybe 10 words at a time…how long that would take, what a waste of my time. So I posted a query on Facebook–this is my problem, is there any easy fix? One person suggested one. I went back to Word to see if it would work…and the selected words, all 4843 of them…disappeared. I didn’t have time to follow the instructions I’d been given. What did I do? I have no idea. Moreover, I knew (because most of the chapter had been written several months ago) that I could no longer expect to rewrite it easily, even though I read it yesterday as I was selecting the text. I know the story (who did what to whom and what a different who thinks about that) but the details, the small things that made the passage come vividly alive…are gone.
As this had begun to turn on me, as some stories do, I will probably take this opportunity to grab it by its collar, shake firmly, and say “Nobody wants a grimdarkdepressing story in the midst of the grimdarkdepressing crap we’re all living through so…let’s see what horribles will fall out of your pockets and turn this into a serious *but bearable* story. A story in which Jakard just may survive.
And now for Sword Talk. Here are a few of the websites I’ve been looking into. 1) Schola Gladiatoria, Matt Easton owner I’ve mentioned before. Deals in antique weapons, is involved in historical re-enactment events in UK, runs a HEMA club in London, teaches a variety of historical weapons, enjoys sparring with light sabers as well as synthetic and steel swords of various kinds. Background in history, archaeology, and more. Big site, plenty to learn. Frequently co-sponsors a video with Tod’s Workshop (Tod makes replica weapons and also does research on how they function. 2) The Winged Sabre Historical Fencing Channel, Russ Mitchell, owner. Discovered this week while looking for more beginner saber exercises. His background includes human anatomy in relation to movement and conditioning. I’m very impressed with his “clean practice” approach and his approach to “the anxious fencer.” (Clean practice means doing every movement precisely correct, so that in an emergency you do it much closer to right than you would if you practiced “slapdash” moves. You don’t practice until you can to it right…you practice until you can’t do it wrong (or hardly ever. Those of you were hoping to snicker about “dirty practice” in another direction…go stand in a corner.) His Hungarian Hussar Saber warmups will be my next set of things to work on. I already have a lifetime of injuries of various kinds, so, as mentioned before, taking this slow. More later…long after midnight due to othr stuff.
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