Speaking The Same Tongue
Oct. 24th, 2011 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madwriterNew Words: 850 on Chapter 1 ("Those Who Came First") Section 2 ("The Dancing Spirits") of Arizona. Ooljee realizes that the things shared between the peoples she has encountered during her exile may go deeper than just a common language.
Total Words: 21100.
Reason For Stopping: Some workaday work (like laundry), and then getting ready for the paying work.
Book Year: 941 B.C.
Mammalian Assistance: Vegas was perched on his aerie, and Nugget alternately guarded the table and window.
Exercise: Walked Tucker around the neighborhood, then walked down to campus.
Stimulants: None.
State Of The Garden: Laurie and I planted our new Winesap apple tree yesterday. Hurray!
Other Epics I'm Studying: I've started watching the miniseries version of The Winds of War; the last time I saw it all the way through was when it originally broadcast in 1983. (I've read Herman Wouk's novel twice.)
Today's Opening Passage: The work they forced on Ooljee was simple, something she’d already been doing all her life. Despite the fact that the Yoreme and other tribes they met living between the mountains and the sea had no agriculture, these people did, farming hilly strips of maize—now dead uncleared stalks—along water sources while living on higher terraced hillsides fortified by earthen berms, where she found herself now. Beside her they placed a stack of flint corn—the maize with hard shells that protected the kernels against the frigid desert nights—along with a mealing stone called a metate and a grinding stone, a mano, so well-used it was worn in five places that fit her fingers. They laid the sleeping Doba almost gently beside her and gestured for Ooljee to get to work.
Darling Du Jour: Nothing springs out at me.
Non-Research / Review Books In Progress: Michener; The Measure of the Magic by Terry Brooks.
