I just had a thought about a book I'd like to write. So the Ides of March having just passed I'm seeing a lot of mention of it on Twitter (I probably follow a disproportionate amount of history nerds ...... who, incidentally, tend to unfortunately skew towards toxic opinions, though that might be an all-twitter thing now (though there's a funny ( Read more... )

The following is an adaptation of part of Chapter II of the book I've been vaguely working on (though stalled for the last few months busy with other things)

Day 3 - February 15th, 2012 - Ibadan, Nigeria - The shaman exhales a fireball into the air, which curls away into swirls of dark smoke amid appreciative oohs and ahs. More than a hundred of ( Read more... )

Okay this is really fresh off the press, first draft for sure, just finished writing it. Once again this is a "dream" sequence to give local history in a non-expositionary manner. I think what I might do is break this up and put it in several installments between days.

I toss and turn in my bed like bacon sizzling on a grill. Without the ( Read more... )

   Alright this next scene of the memoir is a bit different. I intend for it to be in a slightly different font, I don't know if this livejournal supports the "android sans" font but in my word document I'm using it for this section becaues I can put it all in italics in that font and it doesn't seem too tedious to read. Anyway, more discussion ( Read more... )

[About a week prior to last entry in this series]

Sunday, August 13th, 1214 BC - “I think we can hide the Argo in these reeds here” Argus whispered to Jason, indicating a thick reed-bed to their right. Jason judged the distance to the faint orange glow of the city up the river to be about a half hour's walk on land. He nodded to Ancaeus, the ( Read more... )

Wednesday, August 23rd, 1214 BC - "There it is!" cried Lynceus in the bow of the Argo. Jason eagerly made his way along the benches of the narrow rocking ship from where he had been standing near the stern. Amidships he ducked under the humming sail ( Read more... )

Tuesday, May 16th, 1214 BC - Jason woke with a headache from all the wine the night before. It took him a moment to remember where exactly he was, what ceiling exactly this was spinning above him and why was he here. He groaned a bit remembering. He had sworn in front of everyone yesterday that he would retrieve the golden fleece from far ( Read more... )

This was posted last week to my other account in "second chance" idol, but since apparently getting knocked out of main idol automatically sends you to second chance there's no point in continuing a second account over there, and I wanted to move this over here to be with the other Argonautica stories.   The turquoise sea sparkled in the sun, ( Read more... )

   Spotted Owl sat cross-legged on a large rock. Red Bobcat watched an eagle wheel about in the sky until it passed directly overhead right through the blinding brightness of the sun ( Read more... )

1869 - Spotted Owl passed between the two tall trees he had been told were considered the gates to the mountain. Gateless gates. The stark cliffs of the Six Grandfathers seemed forbidding and blue in the afternoon light. Spotted Owl stood and gazed at them for some time as the wind swished through the pine trees around him. It was truly an ( Read more... )