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it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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o, the dragons are going to fly tonight

342 words on The Shaded King. Got my first line. Apparently what I needed was industrial quantities of Emmylou Harris and Mark Knopfler to knock the stuffing out of my head.

Also, I needed to realize that Young Bijou bears a striking resemblance to Young Nnedi Okorafor. Having that in my head, I could suddenly write her.

Alas, of course, I just realized that I was confused, and the novella I need to be writing currently is not this one, but ad eternum. Well, I need to write this one too, but not yet.

Speaking of that first line, here it is:

Shaded King Screencap march 12 2011 001

Quandary: a Western Europe analogue doesn't exist in the Bone and Jewel Creatures / Eternal Sky universe. The peninsula's just not there. Having established that, and having established that by not-1920 there is Parisian-style women's couture, I have to figure out where the center of the fashion industry is.

I'm thinking maybe not-Prague. It's either that or not-Kiev. Oh, I've been needing to name not-Prague for a while, anyway.

Not-Prague it is.

For anyone amused by the nonlinearity of my process, here's another screen cap of the first page of The Shaded King, after some progress.

Shaded King Screencap march 12 2011 002

Notice how I really do not write in order? I know you're supposed to, but the one time I tried to do it, I was a year late delivering the book. Ugly.

While we're on the non-linearity of my process, here's today's paragraph in progress, for those that tune in for such things:

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer,

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, tall

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, hollow-cheeked and hook-nosed, raw-boned in his height--

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her--Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height; and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. The taller was Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height; and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. The taller was Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height, smoking a thin brown cigarette  and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height, smoking a thin brown cigarette  
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette, handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height,  
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. 
    handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height,  
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Every time his long bony hand 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long bony hand 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his skeletal hand
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Two men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her. Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    and Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his tailored suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of equally exquisite

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of equally exquisite

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of exquisite cut.

    She let her steps slow so momentum carried her into the room beyond and onto its thick-laid carpets. Three men awaited her.
Kaulas the Necromancer--handsome and hollow-cheeked and pale as mutton-fat, raw-boned in his height--stood against an inlaid cabinet, smoking a thin brown cigarette. Each time his long rectangular hand lifted to his mouth, the bones of his wrist pulled free of his shirt-cuff and the sleeve of his suitcoat. 
    Beside him stood Prince Salih, the Bey's second son, who was clothed neck to sandals in a linen dishdasha of exquisite cut.


What that does not include is the side discussion with my writing buds about how, exactly, Bijou would describe Kaulas's sallow pallor, despite the fact that she thinks he's rather cute. Well, mutton is tasty...

And then I have to work in the impatient photographer and the animated bone and jewel centipede armature.

...and now I have to figure out how to describe the prince beyond his well-cut bathrobe. Suspect that means it's time to start dinner.
Tags: the shaded king, the writer at work
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