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I'm posting daily this month, I swear. But I don't have any Caesar for you today.
No, today I have my hands full with trying to get this damned setting to gel. I keep asking too many questions of my metaphysics--or even just my economies--and then two hours later I surface from research into what could reasonably be considered a discrete geological feature to realize that I haven't actually written anything except for a thousand words on the breeding habits and customs of gods.
Which is relevant for the project at hand! But not what I wanted to write about.
Of course, it's traditional for only 5% of the worldbuilding to show up on page. I guess I just usually...wing it a bit more. This time, I'm trying to do something a little further afield from the well-worn tropes of the fantasy genre than usual--it's certainly not "exotic", it's just less European in some ways--which has me double-guessing my choices a lot more. I mean, it's second world fantasy, so I really can just make things up, but can I justify cows in an ecology that already has the hoofed grass-eater niche filled? Maybe if they come from a different end of the continent than the llamas do...
And then I start fussing over whether or not my roads make sense, and contemplating how much of my history makes sense when there aren't really any colonizing forces vs. locals, just different groups of related cultures attacking each other--not unlike the Gauls, really--and at 9pm, here I am, with nothing actually written on the story part. Again.
Oh well. I did get in a trip to the farmer's market, at least. I now have some remarkably expensive raspberry & lavender jam (delicious!) and goat cheese (tasty!) and a whole huge bunch of remarkably inexpensive basil. Which I begin to assume grows like a weed on farms around here, because they were sticking giant bunches--$2 each--all over the rest of their vegetables as if trying to convince people that no, really, everything tastes good with basil, honest!
But I do think most things taste good with basil, so, hey. Fine by me.
No, today I have my hands full with trying to get this damned setting to gel. I keep asking too many questions of my metaphysics--or even just my economies--and then two hours later I surface from research into what could reasonably be considered a discrete geological feature to realize that I haven't actually written anything except for a thousand words on the breeding habits and customs of gods.
Which is relevant for the project at hand! But not what I wanted to write about.
Of course, it's traditional for only 5% of the worldbuilding to show up on page. I guess I just usually...wing it a bit more. This time, I'm trying to do something a little further afield from the well-worn tropes of the fantasy genre than usual--it's certainly not "exotic", it's just less European in some ways--which has me double-guessing my choices a lot more. I mean, it's second world fantasy, so I really can just make things up, but can I justify cows in an ecology that already has the hoofed grass-eater niche filled? Maybe if they come from a different end of the continent than the llamas do...
And then I start fussing over whether or not my roads make sense, and contemplating how much of my history makes sense when there aren't really any colonizing forces vs. locals, just different groups of related cultures attacking each other--not unlike the Gauls, really--and at 9pm, here I am, with nothing actually written on the story part. Again.
Oh well. I did get in a trip to the farmer's market, at least. I now have some remarkably expensive raspberry & lavender jam (delicious!) and goat cheese (tasty!) and a whole huge bunch of remarkably inexpensive basil. Which I begin to assume grows like a weed on farms around here, because they were sticking giant bunches--$2 each--all over the rest of their vegetables as if trying to convince people that no, really, everything tastes good with basil, honest!
But I do think most things taste good with basil, so, hey. Fine by me.