‘Reprise’, disappointingly, merely means a repeat of something. I always thought that ‘doing a reprise’ meant making a correction. That the repeat would intentionally be better than the original. Well, that is the flavor of this post.
What I wrote yesterday? Pure verbiage. When I read such drivel elsewhere I move on. Yesterday’s effort shall join the deleted pile.
Mapping is a vast subject when there’s a whole world to be mapped. Or, in this case, when there are eleven islands to describe. And, if there are to be people on the ground doing the mapping, what scale will they use? Travelling on foot, for example, produces a whole different understanding of a world than travelling by ship.
Arit and Hellion, the couple introduced so impulsively, are on foot. So far, if Arit were more involved in the mapping aspect, she might have drawn three parallel horizontal lines in her journal: the lower one representing the edge of the beach, the next two the near and far edges of the red sand road. Beyond the road she could perhaps scribble some shrubbery and outline the wallow …
Instead, she and Hellion have involved themselves in the local life, in the story of the Eleven Islands. They’ve just treated a Skin-Torn youth for his wounds and infections. And Arit has drawn her line in the sand. Despite her lack of knowledge of any other people in the scenario, her sympathies are all for the Skin-Torn youth’s people.
As a result, they are in a quandary. As is their trip planner. It’s obvious now that the idea to masquerade them as a pair of neutral, sight-seeing tourists was never going to work. How now to proceed with this project?
Yesterday, when I signed up for another project with an original user name — Arit Reede — I remembered a free-floating, nameless character I’d once invented for an anthology, and how this made-up name would suit her very well.
She was the carbon-knitter companion of a medic at a time when almost all the useful extras of modern life had for one or another reason disappeared. With my next thought, I wondered how to get her and her partner into The Eleven Islands scenario, given that the events for which she was invented, took place in the UK a hundred years from now.
With a certain amount of clandestine shipping still happening, that shouldn’t be too hard. Arit and Hellion like to be constantly on the move. They’ll be able to show us the islands from the point of view of a pair of foreign travelers. Future backpackers if you like, working their way round The Eleven Islands.
Despite the recommendation of ~NO TRAVEL~ to The Eleven Islands, the ship’s boat landed Arit and Hellion at the Southern Ocean end of the Red Sand Channel.
The bosun at the tiller pointed to the island to the west. “Bight, the Isle of Wizards. The wizards leave neither flesh nor bones to be healed when they take their prey.” He changed hands to keep command over the tiller.
Pointed eastward. “Souzadelay. In the north of the island are four city states strung along the coast. A feudal overlord keeps three of them honest. The east south and west are agricultural lands in part, with fortified villages, and of course the delta. People trying to live peacefully. The Clay Faces rove and maraud. They enslave whoever they find on the road or out of their proper encampments.”
Go to my The Eleven Islands page above to read more …
Earlier today, I totally changed both the intent and the content of the page I added yesterday.
Now called The Eleven Islands, it will be where for the present I will post snippets about the way The Eleven Islands world is being created … Yes, that process is ongoing too … followed by little travel talks in which I’ll describe how the islands work for their residents, and for travelers negotiating for their passage with those residents.
Souzadelay and Bight are two islands in the extreme south of the group that some people still call the Australia Archipelago. That name was changed at the request of geographers claiming confusion with islands such as Eastralia and Westralee. Want to read more? Click on The Eleven Islands page …
Wrote into Doomed 2: Meld all day. The total of 86,500 words incremented by five hundred. I’m OK with that, I’m happy as long as there is forward motion. it’s a difficult scene in which two young men, one the main character, the other his best friend, work out where they are in that friendship. They’ve hit a rocky bit and their friendship has to last to the end. Not that they know the length of their lives.
It rained all day too. Hallelujah. Maybe the drought has broken.
Quote from my local Landcare FB page: 2040 is a hybrid feature documentary that looks to the future, but is vitally important NOW! Award-winning director Damon Gameau (That Sugar Film) embarks on journey to explore what the future could look like by the year 2040 if we simply embraced the best solutions already available to us to improve our planet and shifted them rapidly into the mainstream. Structured as a visual letter to his 4-year-old daughter, Damon blends traditional documentary with dramatized sequences and high-end visual effects to create a vision board of how these solutions could regenerate the world for future generations.
Today we start into the saga of the Eleven islands. The blog icon I’m using, an image of a pair of feet in the sea, is of a surfer standing in the boil where waves meet the sand. They represent Tardi Malko’s feet. He’s the surfer in the banner pic.
He surfs for Virtual Surfing, a 22nd century Byron Bay outfit running a dryland surfing adventure. Tardi is the mug — these his own words — who is out there in the real waves. His wetsuit is beset with sensors transmitting his experience back to base, where tourists surf that same experience on hydraulically driven boards with sense-surround virtuals running all round them.
Casting about for a way to save himself from an alien disease, he remembers what it feels like to stand at the edge of the sea-boil with the swirling water pulling the sand out from under his feet. When every so often he’d need to lift his feet to free them from their imprisonment in the sand.
This action becomes the way that he saves his human life. It becomes so important to him that sometimes he need only think it. Slop-slop. Slop-slop.
My first post. Gotta make it count. This blog will feature news and stories from my part of the real, consensual, world; stories from the virtual world where I spend a lot of my time; and, inevitably, talk about the future we’re apparently speeding toward.
In my real world it is now 1.28 pm and I am too hungry to continue with this set up. Yes, I’m stopping for lunch.