A small bit of original writing
Apr. 26th, 2007 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianX-posted from my xanga.
Found this while sorting stuff. I really want to finish this one, but I have no idea where I was going. Looks like a children's book, maybe.
In a place you have never heard of, on the shore of the Tungsten Sea, there lived a group which was properly known as The Record-Keepers of the Eight Lands, but everyone just called them The Quiet People. They made books in which were written the news of their visitors from all the neighboring countries: the scientists from the Kingdom of Haipothess, the explorers from the Land of Startustear, the politicians from the Democracy of Letibec, the lawmakers from the Oligarchy of Twelve, the teachers from the Queendom of Hikristek, the musicians from the Autonomous Territories of Fyoog, the artists, poets, and novelists from the Isle of Mews, and the craftsmen from the United States of Pragma.
Did you catch all the jokes in that? I've forgotten some of them, though with much thought I've recalled a few of them.
Oh, I remembered what this was going to be! It was going to be a story about a little boy--or possibly girl--who washed up on the shore in a basket and was raised by The Quiet People, who basically live in a hugemongous library and are entirely preoccupied with books and ink and binding and the sharpness of their quills. Naturally the little girl--or boy--would not be a quiet sort, and there would be all sort of problems, and I think he--or she--had made a friend of a big talking cat. Or dog. Can't remember. Didn't have an ending, obviously. I think I gave up on it because it seemed too derivative. Do you think I should give it a try?
More later, maybe. I haven't been able to use the internet much lately, as I only have it at work, and at work I'm usually far too busy proofing stuff to write a blog.
Found this while sorting stuff. I really want to finish this one, but I have no idea where I was going. Looks like a children's book, maybe.
In a place you have never heard of, on the shore of the Tungsten Sea, there lived a group which was properly known as The Record-Keepers of the Eight Lands, but everyone just called them The Quiet People. They made books in which were written the news of their visitors from all the neighboring countries: the scientists from the Kingdom of Haipothess, the explorers from the Land of Startustear, the politicians from the Democracy of Letibec, the lawmakers from the Oligarchy of Twelve, the teachers from the Queendom of Hikristek, the musicians from the Autonomous Territories of Fyoog, the artists, poets, and novelists from the Isle of Mews, and the craftsmen from the United States of Pragma.
Did you catch all the jokes in that? I've forgotten some of them, though with much thought I've recalled a few of them.
Oh, I remembered what this was going to be! It was going to be a story about a little boy--or possibly girl--who washed up on the shore in a basket and was raised by The Quiet People, who basically live in a hugemongous library and are entirely preoccupied with books and ink and binding and the sharpness of their quills. Naturally the little girl--or boy--would not be a quiet sort, and there would be all sort of problems, and I think he--or she--had made a friend of a big talking cat. Or dog. Can't remember. Didn't have an ending, obviously. I think I gave up on it because it seemed too derivative. Do you think I should give it a try?
More later, maybe. I haven't been able to use the internet much lately, as I only have it at work, and at work I'm usually far too busy proofing stuff to write a blog.
