Shirley Meier's Blog, page 78
June 14, 2010
288 - A Scholarly Conversation
What kind of politician EVER enters a library? Without formally unlocking its doors for the first time with a crowd of Pages Reporters to write it up?I'd dropped to my knees which helped hide my shock and looked down at the papers and books, scrambling them together. I desperately want to fling myself on my face, grab his feet and confess. Ask forgiveness. I want to vomit. I want to pass out.
Published on June 14, 2010 19:11
June 11, 2010
287 - Inattention
The Hirina library, like all Yeoli libraries, had been hidden away from our invading Rejins, since one of the first things we did when we conquered was pull all information that would let us control the indigenes and burn the rest to begin eradicating the culture. As it was, the standard Arkan texts were added in when the restoration happened and with the Great Press's technology being opened
Published on June 11, 2010 23:05
287 - We Rode North
The Hirina library, like all Yeoli libraries, had been hidden away from our invading Rejins, since one of the first things we did when we conquered was pull all information that would let us control the indigenes and burn the rest to begin eradicating the culture. As it was, the standard Arkan texts were added in and with the Great Press's technology being opened up there were spawn presses
Published on June 11, 2010 23:05
Update!
I just got home! And it wasn't just one tire but two on the same side. The lovely CAA mechanic had to tow me home... to where I have my parts car on a different set of tires. It began to rain. Of course. It turns out that this fellow has been training for a week and I was his first official, paid-for, call.I'll see what I can do about posting tonight but I may just fall into bed.Thank you,
Published on June 11, 2010 22:14
Emergency Guest Author's Note
Hi Eclipse Court readers, it's Karen here to let you know that Shirley will probably be posting today's installment somewhat late.She came over here to do me a favour—specifically, take a photo of me for passport and G8 media accreditation purposes—and then we had a lovely dinner of pork, shrimp and cashew stir-fry and did some Googlewave RPing towards today's installment of Philosopher in Arms (
Published on June 11, 2010 19:51
June 10, 2010
Hey Guys!
Take an author for lunch! Or for coffee!Let me re-iterate. Put the amount for a cup of coffee in my Paypal account and I'll give you a skype chat for the equivalent! You want to talk about your new book? I'll offer all the advice you want or need!All kidding aside, please support your fav authors.
Published on June 10, 2010 20:56
286 - The Library Tour
We found a lovely room in a tower hotel half-way up the city's bluff, looking across the wide river with the ferries going back and forth to the Benai Saekrberk. In Brahvniki, so heavily influenced by the old Zak Empire, all the tower rooms were seen as less expensive and cheaper, rented mostly by foreigners. The walls along the harbour were high grey stone, the remnants of the old Empire and
Published on June 10, 2010 17:14
Place to comment on Subtitles
Here's the forum for comments about the possible names for Eclipse Court, click on the link and my forum page will pop up. http://housesleepingdragon.weebly.com... Someone has already voted and I realize I have a place for people to comment...So let me know!
Published on June 10, 2010 15:18
June 9, 2010
285 - Gods and Tapestry and Words
The odd, onion-shaped domes of Brahvniki are really pretty in the morning mist. We're tied up on the opposite shore and the swarms of little boats that sell or buy anything that might fit in such a little floating barge, that beleaguer the incoming ships, are all out-harbour, beyond the tax-line. Initaeran told me I was doing really well. She said that I was going to heal faster than Minis
Published on June 09, 2010 19:21
June 8, 2010
284 - We Dreamed We Were on Haiu Menshir
Joras looked down at the nakiti in his glass, hating it, raised it and drank a health slug and expansively sighed and wiped his lips as though it were ambrosia. It was entirely part of his pretense. Any Arkan workman who had a free afternoon would drink it. Alcohol was anathema. He forced himself to drink it and had to pretend to let it take him as if he'd been drinking it neat instead of
Published on June 08, 2010 14:08