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A project

Giles — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 21:30:15 +0000

Still struggling with writing. I think I’m going to have to do a few creative writing experiments to get me back into the swing of things. I never was any good at fiction writing, but perhaps posting snippets of it up here will help motivate or inspire me.

It should at least provide a good chuckle to anyone out there that still follows this journal.

The One Words still sit here on my desk. Reminding me of my fears. I need to do something decisive about them.

Re-learning curve

Giles — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 19:53:50 +0000

I spent too much time away from the work. I’ve had to go back and begin filling in the gaps in my memory where the D’ni language is concerned. Even looking back on my work on Luminesce, there are large portions where I ask myself “what the hell does this mean?”

I suppose I have no one to blame but myself.

Will, our schedules seem to consistantly be too different to ever be able to talk to you face to face, so if you read this, come find me. I need to know what you’ve been up to.

Merry Christmas

Giles — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 03:25:17 +0000

I hope you spend it doing what makes you truly, deeply happy, with those who love you.

Power

Giles — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 00:36:58 +0000

Power outages continue to plague this place. I suppose that’s what I deserve for being away for so long. Will swears his work space is on its own power, but I can’t imagine what could be causing this, other than wiring going bad. I’m not exactly an electrician, but I never had this problem in my office when it was on the main island.

I’ve been away a long time. This place feels as alien as it did the first time I decided to stay down here. When the influx of weekend-explorers began again, it took its toll on my desire to continue my work. The snapshot-crowd isn’t why I came down here.

A fine layer of dust on my book and pen was the only change to my desk that greeted me those weeks ago.

Power outages

Giles — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 05:28:42 +0000

The power has been going out periodically again. I need to talk to Will about his damned machines sucking up all the power.

Water is Life

Giles — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 01:05:12 +0000

The water flows downward, and there it pools and collects, and finally, once again, it reaches the roots, and the tree begins to grow again.

Miss

Giles — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 22:36:33 +0000

I miss this place. I miss the writings, the journals books and inks. I miss my sketches schematics and drawings. I miss the writing. I miss the work. I miss the sense of importance. I miss Will, (who, by the way, says he is out in the Cavern almost every night for a while, but no one seems to want to explore anymore!) and many others.

It seems like a sort-out of priorities is in order.

Warm thanks

Giles — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 19:05:14 +0000

Thank you all for your kind wishes, both here and in email. I apologise for my long absence. Writing has been very difficult for me of late. I will resume writing soon, when the rest of me returns.

Thursday

Giles — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 18:30:33 +0000

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero

A new way

Giles — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 20:42:57 +0000

A change is coming, a new way. I feel it.

I can’t say why I feel it. It’s just a feeling I have deep inside. Something unexplainable, impossible to place.

I have been wandering the caverns at odd times, unable to focus. As I do so, I overhear snippets of conversations between explorers. At first I kept my distance, fearing my presence would drive them away; I suppose I expected some of them to recognise me, but when I thought about it, I didn’t know why they would.

There are others out there attempting to Write, and they too, are unsatisfied. Unfulfilled with both the ancient methods and those trying to regulate them.I admit, some of the discussions are simply the whining of a child not getting what they want immediately, taking issue with the scarcity of inks and books to scrawl in. Some explorers however whisper of something that is not entirely understood by me.

I am beginning to feel that soon, we (by which I mean all of us) will be Writing and Linking to Ages in a new way. The nexus is a simple example, but the beautiful and ornate books that hold these worlds cannot do so forever. Someone, or something will release these Ages for more than just the select few in these caverns to see.

I’m no soothsayer, it’s just an odd feeling I have.

”Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp”
– Robert Browning