I Was Initially Skeptical Because, Honestly, Some Of These Are Only Plausible W/o The Great Vowel Shift

Hi y'all,

I've been working on IWH mostly in the background, but especially the main setting of the story: New Katla Khi.

Anyways, here's a cool conlang (Kját-ra Khí) translation of a scene in my story:

Yése, gjêw sa mèrnrún’ rwek ga? Yessei, is your daughter gone?

Gìnger tan’ sa rwéng… I feel for you…

rjě sêr ta-ra, I understand you.

San’ nweng da, You are hard-working

san’ vèr áp da. You are the witch.

Nrekkháp zásorn’ sêr, nga ga? You’re cursed by Zasor, right?

Nga tan’ sêr. I am not you.

Gjêw tan’ sêr, I have been you,

rwek san’ têr. you will be me

Nga-phâi sa-gjo jeśú, Your path is not easy

Dàk-phâi. but it is virtuous.

Gwók sêr wjék khjàk-na. You will err and move on many times.

Dàkmèr tan’ sêr, Zàkgrí tan’ sêr. I believe in you, and I love you.

I'll probably post a grammar for this conlang in a later post, because it's easily one of my most fleshed-out. I only have about 200 words, and my goal is to get to 2,000, before I'll call it "done."

Finally got my main characters in the same spot, but one's unconscious and the other one doesn't want a potentially dead body on her ship.

Like come on I'm trying to write a story here I don't have time for you to become sentient, just bring him on board and slowly fall in love already

Day 26 (35 in base 7) of re-writing my novel

I finished Part Two today! I will celebrate tomorrow (somehow). It is ~21,000 words.

The very end of Part Two explores what it is like to exist as a body without magic. Check out the following excerpt. Keep in mind, there are a TON of spoilers right here.

I blinked again, and Dolgof was on the ground.

I staggered back, clawing for Hota's arm, pulling them back as well as I stared at the Hero of Life's limp body, laying up against the lemon tree. Behind her stood the Hero of Earth. She gripped a syringe with white knuckles.

"What did you do," I shouted, "you killed her!"

Fangs bared, she kicked the Hero of Life. "Go on, tell him your dirty lie," she growled.

"Come," Dolgof whispered. "She won't hurt you."

Against my better judgment, I knelt down beside her. Her breathing slowed. Her hand laid over her stomach. Her cheeks drooped with fatigue. She was barely alive now, and she wouldn't be for much longer.

"I hid so much from you," she continued. "I hid myself from you for eighteen years. Only now-" she coughed "-only now do I tell you that, In Iziser."

She struggled for a breath. I lifted her head up. "What, what," I cried. My body shook, tears forming behind my eyes. "What is it?"

"You're my son."

No.

"I'm  your mother, Izi."

I gasped and staggered back, hands covering my mouth until I fell hard on the ground. Hota picked me up. Still wielding her syringe, I begged the Hero of Earth, "what did you do to her?""I took her magic," she snarled. "I took the Hero of Language's, too. I'm going to combine them all, myself, and save Meiste. That's the easiest-no, only-way."

A body without magic is, too, aimless and stumbling through existence. An existence without the magic that fundamentally makes people people in Meiste is a painful one. Dolgof, once the Hero of Life, will remain a vegetable until the end of the novel, once they're able to reunite her and her magic.

100 visitors of the archives!!

holy shit, the archives has gotten to 100 followers!!!

i am beyond grateful, it's so amazing to see so many people pass through, reading the stories, engaging with tag games, and simply existing here. i am so touched and incredibly thankful, this feeling is really beyond compare. you are all amazing <3

i won't tag everyone this time, because that is a lot of people and i haven't slept properly in three weeks, but just know i am so happy you've stopped by, even for just a moment.

thank you so much everyone.

this is earthbound to me

i hope im not just a mutual to you but also a really annoying stranger who is somehow always going through something

I was yapping about register (sociolinguistics) in therapy when my therapist asked if I (as an undiagnosed autistic person) use sociolinguistics to understand other people.

While I have thought about that, I'm not entirely sure that's the case? Sure, linguistics as a whole is a special interest, but where my interest really lies in the whole thing is historical reconstruction of protolanguages.

Like, you're telling me we don't know where the gender system in Indo-European languages came from? Or where Arabic triconsonantal roots came from?

Sociolinguistics, while useful as a field of interest, just isn't quite mine.

one of the funniest things I see people say about "standard english" btw is californians who are like "yeah basically all american english speakers speak the same way so it makes sense to call that 'standard american english'" because you know they only perceive it that way because californian english has like every single vowel merger simultaneously so they can't tell the difference between other american english varieties. they're fish who don't know they're wet

me when the plot won't plot like it should