Snips and such.
Nov. 5th, 2009 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
necia_phoenixI write first thing in the morning and before bed after the munchkins are asleep. I have been doing a piss poor job of keeping track.
So I just started recording each chapter size. I seem to be doing a chapter a day or so. When I started to tot was 12379. Now that my morning words have been written I have a total of 14316. You guys do that math, I gots to run to the store. But here is a snip for you. and yes this is suckitude (OH NOES! THE FIRST DRAFT SUCKS ISN'T THAT A SHOCK?)
Tagis was aware of the eyes, the youths watching him as he carefull fitted the spear-head into the shaft and began to wind it with sinew. They were biting back their questions, most knew he wouldn't answer them. Tagis hated explaining things, it was much easier to show. The one differance was the slender green-eyed fire-clan boy who was watching with a deep frown. Tagis tightened the sinew and carefully dipped the tip into the upsidedown turtle shell full of mushed berry pulp.
"What's that?" the boy, Roff, asked. He was oblivious to the startled looks and even sneers.
Tagis glanced at him as he set the turtle shell on the sand between his feet and pushed the spear shaft into the sand beside him.
"Berry pulp." Tagis lifted another spear head from the small pile at his side, studying the edge, running his finger along its edge testing for sharpness.
"What's it for?" Roff was looking down at the berry pulp, reaching with a finger to touch the juice.
Tagis watched the boy torn between annoyance and amusement as the boy lifted his blue stained finger frowning.
"I can't feel my finger." he looked at Tagis with a look of horror. The other youths were chuckling.
"It is a paralyzing juice." Tagis said dryly. "Go wash your hand off in the water."
He watched the boy nod exaggeratedly and dart to where the small waves were washing against the shore. When he glanced down at the turtle shell he realized the child had managed to kick sand into the shell of berry juice. Tagis considered. The sand couldn't hurt it, not really. He lifted the turtle shell and placed it carefully behind him as the boy, all arms and legs flailing out, came back still frowning at his hand.
"It'll wear off by noon, Roff." Tagis said gently. The boy nodded and dashed towards his sister who was sitting beneath a tree with the two little children playing near her. Tagis bent back over the spearhead checking it for flaws before taking another spear shaft and preparing it to be fitted with the spear head. The older boys watched, the only sound was the distant laughter of children and the waves on the beach. Somewhere Tagis could hear a woman singing or humming. The sounds of home. As he carefully dipped the spearhead into the berry juice he could see, out of the corner of his eye, the red-haired boy was back, his hands behind him his overly large eyes not missing a move.
and yes I need to do some more research into pacific islander weapons but for now I got to run to the store.
So I just started recording each chapter size. I seem to be doing a chapter a day or so. When I started to tot was 12379. Now that my morning words have been written I have a total of 14316. You guys do that math, I gots to run to the store. But here is a snip for you. and yes this is suckitude (OH NOES! THE FIRST DRAFT SUCKS ISN'T THAT A SHOCK?)
Tagis was aware of the eyes, the youths watching him as he carefull fitted the spear-head into the shaft and began to wind it with sinew. They were biting back their questions, most knew he wouldn't answer them. Tagis hated explaining things, it was much easier to show. The one differance was the slender green-eyed fire-clan boy who was watching with a deep frown. Tagis tightened the sinew and carefully dipped the tip into the upsidedown turtle shell full of mushed berry pulp.
"What's that?" the boy, Roff, asked. He was oblivious to the startled looks and even sneers.
Tagis glanced at him as he set the turtle shell on the sand between his feet and pushed the spear shaft into the sand beside him.
"Berry pulp." Tagis lifted another spear head from the small pile at his side, studying the edge, running his finger along its edge testing for sharpness.
"What's it for?" Roff was looking down at the berry pulp, reaching with a finger to touch the juice.
Tagis watched the boy torn between annoyance and amusement as the boy lifted his blue stained finger frowning.
"I can't feel my finger." he looked at Tagis with a look of horror. The other youths were chuckling.
"It is a paralyzing juice." Tagis said dryly. "Go wash your hand off in the water."
He watched the boy nod exaggeratedly and dart to where the small waves were washing against the shore. When he glanced down at the turtle shell he realized the child had managed to kick sand into the shell of berry juice. Tagis considered. The sand couldn't hurt it, not really. He lifted the turtle shell and placed it carefully behind him as the boy, all arms and legs flailing out, came back still frowning at his hand.
"It'll wear off by noon, Roff." Tagis said gently. The boy nodded and dashed towards his sister who was sitting beneath a tree with the two little children playing near her. Tagis bent back over the spearhead checking it for flaws before taking another spear shaft and preparing it to be fitted with the spear head. The older boys watched, the only sound was the distant laughter of children and the waves on the beach. Somewhere Tagis could hear a woman singing or humming. The sounds of home. As he carefully dipped the spearhead into the berry juice he could see, out of the corner of his eye, the red-haired boy was back, his hands behind him his overly large eyes not missing a move.
and yes I need to do some more research into pacific islander weapons but for now I got to run to the store.
