#who is constantly affectionately/jokingly calling her “my eo

[thehardkandy]

I'm really glad I decided to finish Exordia this morning because it did lead to just about 7 hours of writing (+lunch break and dog walk) so that I was able to do a short story front to back ~3300 words.

Feels like a bit W because the last short I did was October, which is still much more recent than the one before it had been (though I've had a few abortive attempts at getting past the first 20k of a book in there)

I spent a lot of the winter depressed and struggling to find the joy in doing something for it's own sake, so I've been trying to really push myself toward the parts of writing that have me looking back on my own writing fondly. Because even without plans for publishing stuff there is so much of my writing that I think my life is better for having written

I feel very good about what I wrote today, so hopefully I'll keep doing this small stuff

I'll say an especial shout-out to the Penric novellas, the cemeteries of amalo books, and Exordia for really making me feel that extra fondness for books and writing lately

#the benefit too of writing the story for it's own sake means i haven't been overly critical #its based around some scifi conceit that ive legit forgotten the name of and refused to stop to google #(or not conceit? paradox? idk) #that's like. anyone who sets out now to colonize a planet or something #is more likely to be beaten there by people who come later with better technology #so it kinda starts out as this person on a rather suicidal surveying mission #getting depressed as all fuck because the one thing she hoped might mean #has been colonized for 1000 years and is just sort of politely integrating her with like futuristic ass translators and stuff #so shes like wow not only does this suck but my translator wont even translate when i swear. i feel more isolated from humanity than ever #but also? that it's nice because the fact that nothing about her makes sense to everyone else is a common connection #she's not worried about if people thinks she's strange because she IS. it's her defining feature #so she decides it's not too bad even if she's out of place. but she would like to learn the language do she can swear #the only person who can help is a linguist #and oh there's all this silliness where people will be making a joke she doesnt know how to translate #“well this is your world after all” #because shes afraid they're making fun of her for being so late to it #but as she learns from the linguist many moons later #who is constantly affectionately/jokingly calling her “my eo #*my world“ #she snaps is demands like you HAVE to tell me what that means. why do you say that. it is hurtful #BUT then shes like girl. read an atlas. and she reads it. and the world is named after her #i think i managed to thread the needle of being both morbidly depressing AND saccharine take on struggling to feel you belong/can #relate to other people #which shockingly something on my mind