The Liebster Award

I was pleasantly surprised on Thursday to receive a nomination for the Liebster Award by Melissa Mitchell. This award has been floating around for a while now in various forms and is a great way to gain an insight into the minds of your fellow writers, readers and bloggers.

The guidelines are fairly simple:

1. Link and thank the person who nominated you.

2. Answer the questions they asked you.

3. Pick eleven bloggers with less than 200 (the rules vary on this amount, different versions say anywhere from 200-3,000) followers to nominate them.

4. Ask them eleven questions.

5. Let them know by commenting on one of their posts.

I’m going to mix it up a bit, just because I can and add some bonus answers to the mix.

First though, the eleven questions, thanks to Melissa.

1. How did you come up with the name of your blog?

When I first started this blog I was under the naive impression that I’d be able to stick to one topic and that I’d write frequently enough that I could post updates on my progress a few times a week. Unfortunately, life intervened. So when it was first coined, the titel of my blog was representative of my publishing journey from the basics to publication, just as writing utensils have evolved from carvings to ink and papyrus to computers. Also, I really love ancient history so that played a part in the naming too. :)

2. What was your first ever blog post about?

My first ever blog post was a poetic introduction to my journey as a writer. You can read it here if you’re interested.

3. Where is your favourite place to write?

Hmm, this one is tricky. Basically anywhere I can see trees. Without having trees in direct line of sight, my brain can’t function. Weird but true. That said, sitting at home in front of the fire with a view to the bush beyond the window is pretty amazing.

4. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Anywhere? In the present day, Italy. Assuming time travel was possible, England during the Renaissance.

5. Do you have a favourite author?

Yes. Phillipa Gregory and Patrick Rothfuss both make the list. Phillipa because she introduced me to historical fiction in all its glittery brilliance and Patrick because his writing is fresh and his characters engaging. Honourable mentions go to Elspeth Cooper and George R.R. Martin.

6. What have you been doing today?

Well, I’d like to say I’ve been super productive but that would be a lie. I have however collated all the paperwork I need for my exchange to the University of Edinburgh next year, helped edit a friend’s essay, written two blog posts, tweeted some and made coffee. My productivity will improve, I promise.

7. What was the last thing you wrote about?

I wrote a blog post but before that, the impact of the Persian Wars on the rise of Athens in the fifth century BCE.

8.Would you rather live in a grand castle or a cosy cottage?

Don’t make me choose! Preferably a grand castle  with a cosy cottage tucked away somewhere on the estate as  a retreat. :)

9. What was the first story you remember writing?

The first story I remember writing was about a horse liberating itself from abusive owners. It was a project for book week in prep (age 5ish) and our older buddies were supposed to help us with. I wrote thw hole thing and made my buddy draw pictures of horses. I’m not sure what she thought of me after that…

10. Do you have favourite letters of the alphabet?

I have ones I like drawing more than others: A, E and G are fun.

11. What is your biggest aspiration?

To be happy. And also to be published, to be employed to do something that I love, to convince someone to pay me to create languages. That would be pretty cool.

-Bonus Questions (taken form the questions my nominator was asked)

What was the last book you read?

The Storyteller’s Daughter by Cameron Dokey. A retelling of the Scheherazade tale.

If you could have an exotic animal as a pet, what would it be?

A tiger. Hands down.



My nominees are:

K. L. Schwengel

Nina Karadzic

Regi McClain

Elaine Jeramiah

Emily Witt

Callum McLaughlin

Rachel Iliffe

Rachel Caines

Amy Leibowitz

Lynette Noni


If you’re wondering how I chose you, you’re either someone I follow or someone that follows me. Or both! :D
Here are your questions.

1. Why do you write what you write?

2. Where would be your dream place for a holiday?

3. What is your first language and how many other languages do you speak?

4. What is your favourite name?

5. Cats or dogs?

6. Who or what inspires your writing?

7. Who has the biggest influence on your style?

8. If money was no issue, what would your dream job be?

9. Is there one classic book that everyone loves but you secretly (or not so secretly) can’t stand?

10. Who is your favourite character from your own works and why?

11. The Doctor arrives at your door step in need of a companion. You have all of time and space to choose from. Where would you go and why?

Please don;t forget to link back to me if you choose to participate, I’m curious to see your answers. Best of luck! :D

In other news, I’ve started a tumblr which you can check out and for the first few weeks I’m doing a follow for follow scheme. :)

Le WIPpet and le ROW80 (Pardon my French)

So. Where to begin? The last few weeks have been beyond hectic but now all my assignments are done and I’m two days away from the mid-semester break I feel I can begin to relax a little and refocus on writing and languages, both learning and constructing.

I did a general wrap up on the whole ROW80 thing last Sunday here’s a quick update:

Edit Queen of Hearts

As much progress as usual which is unfortunately none.


Word count wise, aced it, thanks to a few huge essays all due in the past few days.


Successful! I also created a tumblr for my conlangs projects which you can check out if you want. I’m also in need of people to follow so if you want, post your link in the comments and I’ll go check it out. :)


Successful! All the success! Worked out the case system for Farilien and created some new verbs and lexemes for it too.

Okay, moving on to WIPpet Wednesday. I feel that I’ve shown you all a lot from Queen of Hearts over the past two and a half years so with NaNoWriMo swiftly approaching I thought I’d share with you a scene from day 15 (24-9) of last years NaNoWriMo project.

Context: This is the story of Eriden who you may remember from snippets of Queen of Hearts. This is the story of her youth and past and it sort of relates to the events leading to QoH. Born in a brothel, Eri was fostered to a man known only as the Master after her mothers death. Growing up on the streets, she realises she needs to find a way to avoid her fate, the same fate that befell her mother. A chance encounter leads to her apprenticeship in the Assassins Guild. However, just as her future is about to be secured, she is betrayed by a friend, Kelt, and returned to the brothel she was born in to pay off her mother’s debt. This scene takes place about a year after, when Eri is around sixteen. Taking a rare opportunity, Eriden heads down to the docks to settle a debt of her own.

‘What d’ you want?’ Kelt said when he saw her.

‘That’s no way to greet a friend.’

‘No lackey of the Master ‘s my friend.’

‘I’m not his lackey. In fact, if he knew what I was about to ask you, he’d try to kill me.’

‘He’d succeed.’

Eri shrugged her shoulders, ‘He might. Might fail too but that is irrelevant. I need a favour.’

‘What is it.’ he wiped his hands on a rag and came to sit down beside her, facing out over the bay. She had not seen him since the night he left her at the brothel. He was fifteen now, tanned and muscled and Eri could not help admiring his physique. It was his fault, really, for neglecting to wear anything but his short breeches and boots. After all, what defence does a young girl have against that? None. So she let herself appreciate him.

‘I need you to run an errand for me. Out of the city.’

‘How far out?’

‘To Krenhill. A day north. My friend’s there but I don’t think he knows I am alive. And I made a mistake I need to fix.’

‘You want me to just leave work and go chasing some lover boy?’

‘He’s not my lover. And I can’t go myself.’

‘Why not?’

‘I am sworn to Rena, no thanks to you, and I can’t leave Tressa’s for more than a few hours or she’ll have me sold.’

‘Not my problem.’

‘Very much your problem,’ she argued, ‘If the Master had not had you wound so tightly around his little finger, you would not have drugged me, kidnapped me and enslaved me to the one thing I thought I had managed to finally escape from, just as it looked like I might have a chance at something outside of what the Fates decreed. You ruined my life, Kelt. The least you can do is try to help me fix it.’



The End of This Road, The Beginning of The Journey

When I signed up to participate in ROW80 two and a half months ago, it was a spur of the moment decision that I hoped would help me sort out my priorities. For me, ROW80 was a tool to reorganise my writing time and ensure that I could find a way to fit it into my life. Now, at the end of the process, I have the final update for ROW80 Round 3.

I set myself four simple goals: edit, write, blog create. I made sure my goals were manageable, flexible and technically achievable. That said, I feel that I could have been more specific, outlining sub-goals within each main one to ensure my targets were met. This is something I will definitely take into account for the next round.

Edit Queen of Hearts

It currently stands at about 30 chapters. I doubt I’ll finish edits within this cycle but I hope to edit a chapter a week. By the end of this week I should have the feedback from my betas who were kind enough to review the first seven chapters for me so that will hopefully lead to some major overhauls where appropriate.

Editing certainly progressed during this round however due to uni and work etc, I did not get as far through edits as I had planned. The feedback from the betas was beyond helpful and it gave me a lot to work with, to  the extent that I haven’t even finished editing the first seven chapters. I hope to have a chance to focus on editing when I have a week break at the beginning of October.


At least brainstorm and plan if not write a short story (between 1500-3000 words) every month so by the end of the cycle I should have three done.

Brainstorming certainly happened. Actual writing did not. Unless you count essays which in word count were approximately equal to 6000 words which works out to 2000 a month. Not fantastic, not horrible. While I didn;t write anything new (apart from essays) I did add quite a few scenes to preexisting works.


Twice a week when I can, no guilt when I can’t.

For the most part, I achieved this goal. I think there were only about two weeks when I only did one post.


While I’ve been on hiatus I’ve been dabbling in language creation, taking the mess of language I’d already created and adding structure to it. I hope to write a post about it in the next few weeks because I find it fascinating and I would love to share it with you.

Throughout the round I have continued to work on and develop my languages. I added a new page to my blog dedicated to language and I have begun to explore the conlanging community online. I look forward to continuing with this and sharing more of my language journey with you. :D

How did you go this round? Did you meet all your goals? I’d love to know how you found the experience, especially if, like me, this was the first time you participated in ROW80. :)

The Last Parade of the Darlings

Greetings my bloggy pals. How are we all today?

Yes, it is Wednesday. Or at least in some parts of the world. I started prepping this post at 11:59 according to my timezone so that totally still counts as Wednesday, right? That means many things but most importantly WIPpet hosted by the gracious K. L. Schwengel. As always, you can join the crazies here.

The following is taken from Chapter 17 of Queen of Hearts and although I enjoy this scene I recognise that it will probably be cut from the final product because it does pretty much nothing in terms of plot except fill in a little about Kara and Tiemil’s journey south so here it is, the first and last time this little snippet will see the light of day. Enjoy. :)

(Lord Menon is the man sent by Kara’s father to keep an eye on her. In a watch every move, judgey kind of way)

Lord Menon insisted on accompanying Kara and Tiemil south to the capital so he could report, personally, to the ailing king. Between his pompous attitude, disregard for others and apparent inability to shut up, Kara couldn’t stand him at the best of times. Stuck together on the barge for ten days and she began to wish him serious ill. Or, at the very least, an unplanned swim in the dubious waters of the Tienese delta. A day after they passed through Riverton, she got her wish. As Lord Menon stood close to the edge of the barge, recounting the virtue of his daughter and reminding Kara that she could follow such an example, a north going vessel ran astern of their own vessel. The crash sent Menon flying into the water with all the grace of a bedraggled cat. The captain, busy abusing the offending sailors and casting probable aspersions on their parentage, did not notice. Nor did any of the crew running around the deck in a dither like a lady with a bee in her headdress.  For a moment, Kara let the obnoxious lord suffer before she threw a rope over board and with Tiemil’s help, hauled him onto the sodden deck.

She knelt down beside him, checking his pulse.

“What are doing?” he cried, sitting up,“it is most unseemly!”

Kara stood, “He’s fine.” she reported with a roll of her eyes.

“More’s the pity.” her cousin snarked.

“Do you think we should shatter his illusions about Lady Zetta?” Kara made sure Menon would hear her.

“It would break his poor old heart.”

Menon glared, “What are you saying about my Zetta?”

Kara and Tiemil shared a knowing glance.

“Only,” Kara smiled, “that I noticed she’s getting rather large around the middle.”

“But don’t worry,” Tiemil added, “The problem will fix itself in a few months.”

Look on the Bright Side

Amelia E. Browne:

Just a reminder :)

Originally posted on Callum McLaughlin:

Why not try a little optimism?

Why not try a little optimism?

I’ve seen quite a few posts recently about the hardships faced by writers and whilst I firmly agree that being realistic in your expectations is paramount and that true success in the industry is rare, I think it’s also important not to get too weighed down by the negatives. Many of the world’s most well-known, loved and respected works of fiction were either rejected or were produced by writers who overcame extremely dire odds to reach such heights. For example:

  • The first Harry Potter book was rejected 12 times before publication. Its author, JK Rowling, overcame depression and near poverty to become one of the most successful writers of all time.
  • Gone with the Wind was rejected 38 times before eventual publication. It has since sold over 30 million copies.
  • Agatha Christie faced continued rejection letters for five years before securing a single deal.

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Today I’ll be talking to you about all the things. Yay! :) On the agenda – WIPpet Wednesday because it is Wednesday, ROW80 because I really need to update that, NaNoWriMo because I think I’ve finally worked out what to do for it (even though it is a ridiculous number of months away).

But first, if you missed my post about language creation earlier this week you can find it here! :)

So WIPpet Wednesday. As it is the 10th of September I thought I’d give you 10 letters from Queen of Hearts. Just kidding! This section is almost 500 words! How exciting is that? It’s from chapter 11 not because of math but because yesterday was the ninth so obviously I thought today would be the 11th because that’s how dates work, right? Anyway, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. You can join us here. Or stalk us. We’re flexible.

Context: Kara is about to suffer the consequences of defying her father. Again. Except this time she sort of plotted with some rebel lords and assembled a secret army. And then thought it would be totally fine to swan back to the castle because the king is never going to find out… You’d think she’d learn. Anyway.

When Kara woke the next morning, the chamber was cold and dark. She frowned. Lyea should have woken by now. Crawling to the foot of the bed, she peered sleepily through the curtains at Lyea’s palette below. “Lyea?” No response. Scrambling from the bed she knelt down beside the empty mattress. It was only as Kara stood once more, intent on looking for Lyea in the antechamber that she noticed the man standing by the door. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, snatching a blanket from the bed and swinging it around her shoulders.

“I am Piyar, Captain of the Royal Guard.”

“Sir Anotis is Captain of the Guard. And you have no reason or permission to be here and in my bedchamber no less. I demand you leave. Now.”

Piyar smiled lazily, sliding a finger down the polished hilt of his sword. He startled Kara with a laugh, “Oh, I have a right to be here, girl, more so than you. I bring a message from your father,” he pulled a scroll from his belt and began to read, “Karavere Anya-ren si Piren Astiryn, Duchess of Kandar, you are hereby arrested for crimes against the state, the people and his majesty the king. You are to be taken to the cells and held there until your execution.” He rolled up the parchment and tucked it back into his belt, “In other words, girlie, you better say your prayers.”

Kara did not move.

“Come along, you’re not my only appointment today.”

“Make me.”


“Make me, Captain.” Kara spat the title from her mouth as if it were a bitter almond.

Piyar chuckled, “Two options. You come with me, nice and quiet like and I’ll go easy on you when it comes to the interrogation. Struggle and I’ll make sure when I’m investigating your motley crew, I’ll start interrogating your maid and the blacksmith’s ready to pluck daughter first.”

“They know nothing!” Kara protested.

Piyar shrugged, “No? Well, we’ll see. But first, let’s get you to the dungeons.” He stepped forward.

Kara clutched the blanket tighter to her body, “May I dress first?”

“I don’t see why not.” He didn’t move.

“So leave me, please.”

“You’re going to die and you’re worried about privacy? Very well. Don’t bother trying to escape. I’ve seen a man jump from the fourth floor before. Not a pretty sight.”

Once Piyar left the room, Kara ran to her desk, scribbled a note to Eriden, gathered some clothes into a bag which she shoved under her bed and pulled on a tunic, breeches and a simple over dress. Slipping her feet into her boots, she flung open the door to the antechamber and stormed past Piyar, “Coming, Captain?”

So, now for ROW80 updates. I have things to report!

Edit Queen of Hearts

Some editing done. Not as much as I’d like. The usual story.


A giant essay of doom! And a few snippets. And a scene. Or maybe I just dreamt I wrote that scene…


I wrote a post about language and now I’m doing this super long post and twitter is a sort of micro-blog so that counts :P


All the creation! This week I worked on designing a national dress for Fariel (or at least the south) which was really fun. Also made some new words in various languages, mostly during lectures because that seems to be when I get all the ideas.

This is a sentence I constructed during my lecture this morning. It is Low Haelean or Common and is strongly based on Old English.

Weir sawan der pelder mit blud.

Translation forthcoming but if you’ve got any guesses about what it means, let me know in the comments! :)

Also, NaNoWriMo – rather than than 1600 words a day, I’ll be editing 3 scenes a day or the word count. When I am writing, it will be either short stories or the continuation of something I’ve already started, I simply don;t have the inspiration at the moment to create anything new.

The Promised Post – Language in Fiction

Since I returned from my hiatus a few months ago, I have been meaning to do a post on language creation. This is it. Or more excitingly, the first in a series of language posts. Today I’m going to talk about my process and my opinion on language creation in fiction. If there are other things you’d like me to discuss, let me know in the comments. :)

When I first dabbled in language creation back in my school days, I took an amateurish approach, a combination of stealing words straight from real languages and making them up outside of any structure. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It depends on the purpose of your language and your intentions for its use. However, after studying linguistics at university, I couldn’t let that early attempt at language sit. I had to redo it, taking a much more logical approach.

This is how I did it:

1. Sounds

As silly as it might sound, choosing which sounds you want your language to have helps construct parameters to work within. This part was relatively straightforward for me because I’ve studied phonetics however below are some links to sites that can help. For inspiration, I looked at the wikipedia pages of languages I liked the sounds of to understand what was going on and translate those sounds into my own language.

IPA Chart

2. Basic Grammar

Honestly, if you are just using your language for a few words here and there you can ignore this section. Otherwise, though, grammar is important. This is the point where you establish your word order (for example, English word order is Subject Verb Object), work out whether you want to conjugate your verbs (like French) or have very similar verb forms regardless of the subject (like English for the most part), whether your language will have case markings to free up the word order. There are so many options! So many exciting things you can do! Again, this is the part where you go to the wikipedia pages for Syntax, Morphology and Grammar and read. In fact, don’t limit it to wikipedia, read all the resources you can find.

3. Words

Now you’ve got some parameters to work with, start making words. Start with greetings, everyday objects and concepts that are integral to your society. I started with verbs – to eat, to sleep, to drink, to live, to play, to go. This is also a good time to come up with some idiomatic expressions that reflect your society. For example, in one of my languages, Farilien which is spoken by a formerly nomadic society, if a person is going on a long journey they would not say ‘We go north’ but rather ‘North, the steppes are ahead of us.’

I probably spent about three months researching (in addition to my university studies on the topic) before I sat down and began to knit things together. Obviously though, not everyone has that kind of type or the same level of obsession about language that I do. With that in mind, here’s the easy version – just follow Step 3.

Okay, so now that I’ve given you a glimpse of how I create my languages, I’ll discuss my attitudes to language in fiction.

Basically, unless it is used to indicate foreignness or indicate a cultural concept not present in English (or whatever language you are writing in), don’t do it. This may seem like  strange thing for me to say, especially after telling you how much effort I put into my conlangs but really, I just see it as a worldbuilding exercise. Creating a language for my people has helped me better understand their culture, values and history. The language contributes to the elements I include in my writing but that is about it. Admittedly, I’ve included aspects of my language in my writing in the form of names, titles and expletives.

All that said, a language or two is a good thing to have incase you ever get the chance to turn your book into the latest hit movie or tv show. We can dream. :)

Again, let me know in the comments if there is anything else you’d like me to discuss. My next language post will be an in-depth look at Farilien with a little tutorial tacked on the end. :)

Updates All Round

Look at me being efficient and posting and stuff. :) It’s very late right now. I should be sleeping. I think my brain is a cat. Here is my ROW80 update, and following that, an exciting WIPpet because it is Wednesday (just).

You can find fellow ROW80 people here.

Edit Queen of Hearts

Progress made, finally! I’ve said this before and I’ll no doubt say it again but I cannot thank my two betas enough. They pointed out the things I regularly do wrong and have shown me ways to fix them. =best


Essays. That counts as writing, right? Feeling inspired but have not actually written anything yet (apart from sections added in during edits)


I haven’t posted twice a week for a fortnight or so now but I’m relatively content. Also, American friends, is it true that you don’t use the word fortnight???


This seems to be the goal that one way or another I always work on. :) This week saw grammatical developments in what I’m going to call ‘Common’ and the addition of some new words and concepts to Farilien. Much excitement :D

Okay, now onto the WIPpet! As always, you can join the madness here. I know I always give slightly dodgy excuses for lack of context but this section doesn’t really need context. Math goes something like this (27+8)x(27+8)=70 (+1 because I’m nice) Words. Wordy words. Also, bonus points to anyone who catches my literary reference/allusion in this snippet. :D Please forgive the slightly weird phrasing of the last sentence…

Dawn spread rosy fingers above the imposing mountain peaks behind the city, casting an eerie glow on the remains of the Haelean camp. The cavalry stood untested at the gates, horses nervous with the smell of blood in the air. The fields beyond the river where only a day ago, the Haelean army squatted with the confidence of one who sees their victory assured, the ruins of tents and lives smouldered.


Everything’s happening! WIPpet and ROW80 (And a reward!)

I have once again realised that it has been a good long while since my last post. Sorry about that. So to make up for my absence I’ll be combing a WIPpet Wednesday post and a ROW80 post.

We’ll start with the ROW80  but feel free to scroll down if you’re only here for the WIPpet :)

Edit Queen of Hearts

My focus since my last post has been less on actual word editing and more on checking consistency, making sure characters don’t pop up where they shouldn’t be, that kind of thing.


Again, mostly ideas and plans rather than actual stories but I’ve been writing assignments so that’s something.


This is my first post in two weeks so…


I had to do some research on Proto-Indo-European languages for a class assignment which made it really hard to focus on the task at hand because it set my language creating synapses firing. Created some more words for my common tongue and have been thinking through the syntax quite a bit.

Okay, onto WIPpet!

From Chapter 20, what amounted on my computer to about 2 and a half pages. So don’t say I never give you anything :P Although to be fair, this is quite unedited and I had to remove a reference to a person who couldn’t possibly be there. Oops.

Context: I don’t know where to start honestly. Basically, during the winter the army was dismissed and retreated from the battlefield for a while and during this time Kara, along with her numerous companions and the Bashraani prince and princess we met earlier (Anjez and Mai respectively), is holding court in the castle of a loyal northern lord. The empire sends some ambassadors to offer an ultimatum and bring with them a gift, the head of the young envoy Patrun who accompanied Kara et al to Bashraan and was recently reassigned to the embassy in the nearest imperial town on the other side of the border. So yeah, head in a box.

Kara marched from the audience chamber, her anger written in the stiff set of her shoulders and reflected in the frightened faces of those who stood in her way. Her Ladies and cousin Tiemil followed, with Markey bringing up the rear. As she strode through the dim corridors and stairwells, Kara’s Ladies scurried to keep up, ruing the ridiculous court dresses which hampered their speed. Kara, however, had unpicked the stitches holding the panels of the skirt together up to the knees, relying on the hang of the fabric to protect her modesty during the audiences today. With this advantage, only Markey and Tiemil could keep pace. Kara threw open the door to her chambers, startling Lyea to her feet. Placing a hand on either side of the doorway, Kara braced herself against the frame, waiting for her companions’ arrival.  Markey soon caught up, Tiemil on his heels. Kara ignored them until the others caught up a moment later, out of breath. Meg looked about to faint.

Kara turned to look over her shoulder at Anotis, “Call the council.” she commanded before entering the room. She allowed Teimil and Eriden to follow her before firmly closing the door on the others’ startled faces.

“Where the Everwinter have you been?” Kara snapped at Anjez, sitting by the cold fireplace surrounded by papers.

“Busy.” Anjez defended as he stood. He noticed the grim looks on their faces, “What happened?”

“They killed Patrun.” Kara replied, her voice hollow.

“The envoy?” he gasped, eyes wide.

Kara nodded as she sank onto an over-cushioned couch.

Anjez’s first thought was of his sister, “And Mai?”

Kara stared blankly at the carpet, “She’s…she’s upset.”

Tiemil settled on the couch. Anjez was too fired up to sit. With their frenzied pacing, he and Eriden together would wear a track in the old Gabonese carpet.

“So what is your grand plan then?” Tiemil asked.

“Plan?” Kara replied.

“For vengeance!” Anjez said.

“I have a few ideas.” Eriden muttered as she continued to pace.

“I don’t know.” Kara answered honestly, “I’m hoping the council will advise me.”

“Those old farts? They will try to scare you into caution.” Tiemil replied sceptically.

“Those old farts have spent longer on this earth than either you or I. And perhaps caution is what we need just now.” Kara snapped.

“Perhaps you are right,” Tiemil submitted, “Will you stop that?” he irritability directed his question at Eriden who had been pacing around the room since she entered it. The only response he received was a glare. “Fine then. I’m going to find Mai.” he humphed as he stood to leave.

“No, I am!” Anjez shot.

Kara stood to block them, “Neither of you are going anywhere near her.”

“She is my sister!”

“She is alone in her grief!” Tiemil argued.

“Yes, for now she is, but I will go to her, not you. She has just had her lover’s head returned to her in a box. Now is not the time to try your amorous advances, Tee. She will come to you when she is ready or not at all. And Anjez,” she laid a gentle hand on his arm, “There are some things best said between friends.”


To finish, I’ll just leave this here :D

Sunday is like Monday, only better.

This is an intro to my post. Hello. This is my blog post. Hello. Topic: ROW80 update. Mood: potentially insane.

Edit Queen of Hearts

Editing…editing…I’ve thought about editing. I’ve planned which bits I want to edit. But honestly? Since last week I’ve worked on one scene. Because this is the first week back at uni for me, I’ve been focusing on classes and readings at the expense of editing time.


Wrote the beginning of a  draft for a short story on an idea I’ve been tinkering with for a while. Hoping that this process will help me nut out the motivations of a few of the characters.


I’m pretty pleased with myself on this account because so far, I’ve been consistently publishing two posts a week, one for ROW80 and one for WIPpet Wednesdays. I’ve also been trying to get to as many blogs as I can and comment but if I haven’t made it your blog yet, I’m sorry, I’ll be there soon. We can have tea and scones. It’ll be cute. :)


As I’ve been spending a lot of time working on a friend’s language, I haven’t really touched my main one for a few weeks because I don’t want to accidentally overlap them. Instead, I’ve been focusing on a sort of Common Tongue used by the empire and its constituent countries. I figured it had to be super simple so that is easy to learn and once learnt, the people won’t want to re-assume their own native tongues because they would seem way to complex. Sneaky empire language spreading tactics. :) Basically, it’s really heavily based on Old English in its sounds and basic verb forms but does not contain any case, any person markers, minimal tense changes and a lot of nominalisation so you really only need a few hundred words to get by. As I said, the point is that it’s super easy to learn so if you’re willing to be a guinea pig for me, I’d love to test it out on you. :)