It's that time of year again!

What Vorak said only more so.

And I never said my character had taste... I don't drink booze so little things like that escape me. However, now I know I'll go fix it.

...And for some reason the Cat is in my head going "Philestine! Doesn't he know it's red wine with cold ashes?"

 

Good luck, Xiao! I'm attempting to write one as well, but so far all I've managed is 1008 words.... Major catch-up tonight.

 

Progress Report for Monday November 2nd
Starting Count: 2,303
Finishing Count: 6,071
Day's Count: 3,768
Location Written: My Bedroom
While Watching: Media Watch
While Listening To: Tons and tons of stuff, mostly from the sixties and seventies
Main Characters Introduced: Daniel 'Please Stop Using My Full Name!' Delryn, Tayler 'Incorrigable Flirt' Swift
WTF Ideas That Are Now Inextricable: Jean's Forest Spirit took on the form of... a flying kitten. WTF, brain?
Little Geeky References: The capital of the country is called Tarant, there was an order of Dragon Knights who got blown up by rifles, and Sachiko is morphing into a character I played in Blue Rose a while back.

Mini Exerpt To Whet Your Appetites:

“Tayler!” Daniel yelled, and the youth looked their way, his face breaking into a smile. “Tayler, this is my cousin Jean Bowman. Jeannie, this is Tayler Swift, he’s Lady Vaellar’s guard…”
Tayler swept in and took her hand, kissing the back of it like an honourable knight from a fairy tale. She could feel herself turning bright crimson already. “My dear, you are the most beautiful sight these poor eyes have seen in many a year!”
“And apparently a horrendous flirt,” Daniel finished, rolling his eyes. “Tayler, she’s my cousin. No touchy.”

Yes, Tayler flirts with almost anything that wears a skirt - or in the case of Sachiko and Jean, anyone who looks like they ought to wear a skirt.

 

Tayler Swift? LOL

 

"Hey Tayler, I'm very happy for you, and imma let you finish, but Don Juan was the greatest casanova of all times.

OF ALL TIMES!"

P.S. The reason I asked about Yarra Yering was because of the Turkish phrase it resembled. The meaning isn't a good one though.

 

What is the meaning?

 

Yeah, what does it mean? Feel free to use euphemisms if it's a bit X-rated.

Progress Report for Tuesday November 3rd
Starting Count: 6,071
Finishing Count: 8,753
Day's Count: 2,682
Location Written: My bedroom
While Watching: M*A*S*H, Teen Titans, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Star Trek: TNG
While Listening To: Space Travels by the Galaxy Space Trek Orchestra (I am not making this shit up), The Doctor's Wife and The Watchmaker's Apprentice by The Clockwork Quartet
Main Character Status: All's normal now, but someone's destined to die
Cliches Gleefully Indulged: Mysterious woman predicts doom and disaster in such a way that it's basically impossible to avoid, then has no memory of it. Because some cliches are fun.
Creepy-Ass Concepts For Y'All To Mull Over: Some poor bastard is permanently on fire, but someone spelled him so that he's permanently regenerating too. Seriously ow. Imagine the pain and have fun trying to sleep tonight.

 

Euphemisms? Whatever for?!
I've seen...

Spoiler

Pokemon characters mounted on dildos on display in picture windows on these boards!

We're well beyond euphemisms by this point.

EDITed to protect the innocent.

 

One day, Ignus will kill you all!

 

Quick Turkish info:

Yarrak: Male genitelia. (noun)
-ing: A suffix taken from English, used to describe a situation indicating an execution of an action that's implied by the verb. Only used in slang, and only used by stupid people, in fact.

Yemek: To eat. (verb), to "take (in someone)" (slang, verb).

-mek is the "to" of the Turkish language, "ye" is "eat" while "yemek" means "to eat". "Yer" is the third single pronoun that implies the action of eating has been done by a he, she or it (we just say "o" for all three). Thus, Yarra Yering would roughly mean "Situation of eating ***k".

In short, if someone in Turkey says something resembling Yarra Yering, it won't mean that they'll be offering you some Australian wine.

 

Fucking oath! I wanted to watch that yesterday. I actually went to the effort of driving into town for a new antenna cable, just for MASH. And then the Melbourne cup was on. Morons

Mesteut, I appreciate the explanation but what the hell do those stars mean?

 

Judging by the explained context, I'm guessing he meant "situation of eating sock". Strange name for a wine. Not too appetizing.

 

Wierdly, most of the things that end with k, and can be placed there, have ultimately the same meaning. What I meant was the short version of Richard.

 

Rich? That doesn't work.

 

The Melbourne Cup quite literally features in some of my nightmares, thanks to a particularly unpleasant day I spent waiting tables at a restaurant that had managed to squeeze more than twice their normal capacity in to watch the cup. And I'd come off my bike about a week before, had tons of stitches, and I was still on a walking stick that I wasn't allowed to bring into the restaurant proper.

...My old boss was an evil hag.

 

Must ask yourself for OHS reasons, were you even fit to be waiting tables if you required a walking stick? Your boss should of sent you home if the answer was no.

 

In Tasmania, people don't have rights, Zanza. It's like the Druuge, once you stop churning profit, you're fired. And then you're trespassing.

 

Progress Report for Wednesday November 4th
Starting Count: 8,753
Finishing Count: 11,069
Day's Count: 2,316
Location Written: My bedroom, my living room
While Watching: Captain Newman, M.D. (This movie has been making me weep like a baby, and I'm not going to apologise for it.)
While Listening To: Final Fantasy VIII, IX and X Soundtracks, Tim Minchin (He is so f-cking rock)
Main Characters Introduced: Virgil 'Goddammit Brain' Brenneman (I hate my damn brain.)
Editing Performed: There are no more flying bleedin' kittens in my novel. Christ, what was I thinking?

Big Fat Special Feature!!!!

Interlude 1: The Things We Lost

He watched the fire elemental stretch its strange, lanky limbs for the first time, looking around with eyes of coal. Despite its awkward appearance, it was powerful. It’s touch was pure fire, its body rippling flame, its only vulnerability the shining gem that gave it cohesion, a weakness too small to be concerned over.

He smiled, feeling the flesh around his mouth crack and peel in the intense heat, charring to ash in seconds before springing back to life as the magic that kept him alive healed the damage. It was purest agony, like every second of his life since the moment everything fell apart.

He looked across the cavern at the swarm of elementals, his children. Their children, the offspring they would no longer have the chance to bear the way they should have. The children her poor frozen womb could never carry, that his ruined body could never sire.

But now it was time. It had been time consuming and difficult, and it had taken every scrap of the immense power he could bring to bear, but finally his children stood before him, slender limbs and beautiful rippling flame.

His children. Their children. Their vengeance.

 

Whaaaaatttt???