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Ganbei! And more word count

I spent my morning writing again. This time, the ship made port. It was kind of fun having them slow down by reducing sail until it was gone completely. They also had to man the yard arms. This involves every available person going aloft and lining up across the yards. This was occasionally done in the age of sail, because when men are aloft they aren’t manning the guns. This is a foreign country after all.

The locals towed them in via a sequence of longboats, complete with drums.

Their mission here is to pose as their enemies, and accept delivery of a cargo the enemy already paid for. I still need to bring some tension to the fact that someone could blow the whole thing for them.

They explored the new city, and I had fun describing it. They saw people who resembled cormorant fishermen, but in my setting the birds used were replaced by diving reptiles who resemble flightless pelicans.

I worked to describe streets filled with vendors of every kind, including flowers and the scents that go along with flowers, food, and the like.

Serang gave a bamboo flute lesson to some street thugs, and only broke one nose… and a wrist. She also stole the thugs money to pay for the flute. Good news, this time she didn’t kill anyone.

We met Serang’s uncle who is the brewer of Huangjiu. (Think saki here, but more Chinese.) Serang is a big drinker, and now we know why. There were many cries of Ganbei, as the cups were drained.

We also learned of her sad story, and how her father was killed by the dragon turtle. (Who will not appear in this story beyond a giant parade puppet.) We also learned that she was once something called a temple maiden. This was before the Emperor decided to westernize and eliminated the temples.

The ship’s (witch) doctor sought the help of a traditional Asian doctor. This made me stop to explore all kinds of things. There isn’t a ton of detail available so I made most of it up. It’s a fantasy, I get to do that.

To distract from the idea that I had to make part of this up, I also researched maggot and leech therapy. That ought to make your skin crawl, but it actually serves a purpose in the real world.

I am using a bit of googling to come up with the foreign words. There are some minor modifications on my part, but the terms have real meaning. I’ve worked pretty hard to update my cheat page so I remain consistent from this point on.

I’m horrible about spelling some things, and foreign words won’t even pick up on my spell-checker. By getting them right on the cheat sheet, I can copy and paste for consistency. It isn’t like these words are used every page, so it’s pretty easy.

If all goes well tomorrow, I may get to have some fun with false teeth, money changers from this newly westernized world, and a recovery by the severely wounded first officer. I may have even found a use for the skin of the bay frogs from a week or two ago.

The story is fast approaching 60,000 words, and I should break that tomorrow. I’m having a terrible thought about all the various land wars that are breaking out, and how this could become a trilogy at some point. Scares me to even think about it, because I have some different stories to write already.

I’m calling it The Voyage of the Lanternfish. I’m considering dropping the first word to make it Voyage of the Lanternfish. What do you guys think?

Chime in here. Are you intrigued by fishing reptiles, bamboo flutes, maggot therapy, and temple maidens?

There are a few more hours until first pitch, and my curse is consistent. I watched the game last night, so of course the Diamondbacks lost. Maybe I should just write and check scores in the morning.


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Amature Night

I’ve been reading all about 2014 assessments and 2015 resolutions. I never make resolutions, but I’ll blog later about my business plan. Tonight is the big night, and I’ve called it amature night for decades.

I grew up in a small Nevada town where you didn’t have to wonder if the other drivers had been drinking; of course they had. Hell, I did it myself. It was a different time, and in the 1970s, the cops used to make you drive yourself home as punishment.

New Years Eve was the one time to avoid the casinos, stay off the roads, and keep it indoors. I’ve lived by that rule for a long time now. I no longer drink and drive, and haven’t since the 1980s.

Tonight, Old What’s Her Face* and I are staying home. My first order of business was to buy so many books I’ll probably never get them all read.

I like to support indies and my writing friends. With this in mind, I downloaded:

Hats Off to Murder, by D. S. Nelson

No Good Deed, by Tim Baker

One of these is a writer friend. (With a new baby.) The other one I just met through our blogs, and he came highly recommended by another blog friend.

I’m not ready to give up conventionally published fiction. I have some favorite authors, and downloaded two of them:

Maplecroft, by Cheri Priest

Proven Guilty, book #8 of The Dresden Files, by Jim Butcher.

While the amatures are working on their headaches, losing their keys, and making bad choices, I’ll be having a quiet celebration at home. I made my bad choices years and years ago.

So if I’m not an amature, what am I? I’ll just say I’m not a tea totaller.


Happy New Year everyone, and have a safe one. I have some reading to do.

* Not my wife’s birth name. Oh, and she is a tea totaller.


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The Green Fairy


I bought a bottle of absinthe . I always wanted to try it. First I mixed it according to the recipe. One absinthe in the glass, three ice waters trickled over a sugar cube to make it cloudy. I like it, but I wish it was greener. It probably depends on the brand. Tastes like anise candy.

I added it all to a cocktail shaker and took the easy way out for round two. It works the same. Next time I’ll mix it a little stronger. Maybe one to two.

I would have it again, but I …

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, hey Lorelei, we’re blogging. Have you met the Green Fairy?”

“Yeah, and you need to decide where your inspiration is coming from. I have other clients you know.”

“Well, she talks about different stuff.”

“True, and some of it’s good. It’s just that I’m all in, and I expect my clients to be all in too. I’ll have bourbon with you, even the occasional rye. Sometimes, I’ll even show up for craft beer. I draw the line at wine and absinthe.” Lorelei pushed out her chest and said, “She’s — fickle.”

“I’m not really that fancy either, I suppose. She’s hot though, other than being green. Not that you aren’t hot too. I mean, you’re totally hot.” The fairy licked my ear, and I pulled away.

“Whatever. Look, finish your binge, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Those are some really hot boots…

And she was gone. The fairy stuck around, and we had a third drink. She’s pretty seductive, but can’t hold a candle to Lorelei.

I’m a beer and whiskey kind of guy. Lorelei sends me good ideas. I think I’ll stick with the Muse. Maybe she’ll try harder, but don’t tell her I said that. Now if I could only get Lorelei to help with editing.

Do fairies know how to edit?

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October 23, 2013 · 9:07 PM