Aug 25, 2016

Hey folks,

Another night, another 500 words. They all come hard at the moment. I find myself second guessing them as they come, despite looking back and loving a few. I’m particularly taken with this bit.

"They sang. It was unlike anything anyone had ever sung. Their voices turned and spired together and apart again, filled with neither the words their mothers knew nor the Wildspeech they feared. They made a new thing of their sounds, and it was as if the sun was pouring out the day itself in song instead of light."

Does that work for you guys? It works for me. I hope it works for you.

I’m not exactly writing song-fights right now, given that I’m letting myself away with leaving the Wild half of the fight to your ample imaginations, but even writing the sensible half of a pseudo-magical battle between singers is weird and wonderful. I’m discovering a lot of this world as I go, I think I’ve said that before, and these conflicts are elemental and powerfull and more than half in my head. I wonder if they’ll make any sense by the time you read them.

Hope you’re well,
mgb