I eat you IN THE FACE
If it’s good enough for Tolkien, it’s good enough for me.
I recently shared a bunch of old maps from my journeyman days, and briefly made mention of Tusk, the infamous “telepathic elephants enslave mankind” novel. The ultimate trunk-story, as it were. Poking around in these old folders, I also found an old amateur moment, shared here for your amusement. Yes, I invented a language for my elephant race. Not only that, a complex numeric system, and methods and devices for them to write, trunks being less nimble than human fingers. From memory, I spent WEEKS on this. Again, a great example of how too much time down the rabbit-hole of Research is not necessarily a good thing.
This sort of thing is best left to the experts. Namely, professors in Language and Literature. If Tolkien saw the following attempt at inventing a written fantasy language, he’d probably roll around in his grave: (more…)
Here, have a bonus Christmas story.
As mentioned previously, I wrote a new zombie story for Chuck McKenzie’s zombietastic Necroscope blog, called “Goodnights to Heaven”. The goal was to come up with a christmas-themed tale of the undead, the result of which can be read at this link:
http://zombiefictionreview.blogspot.com/2010/12/fiction-goodnights-to-heaven.html
May you all have a relaxing Christmas, and it is my sincerest wish that your barricades hold off the corpse hordes long enough for you to enjoy a pudding and a brandy 🙂
Today’s New Definition
Fisch-Kringle, n, (f
sh-krng
g
l):
An annual experience. Used when Jason Fischer draws your name out of the hat for the office Secret Santa, and leaves it to the very VERY last minute to dash out and purchase the required gift. Attempts to disguise himself as the secret santa are instantly detected (like the time he bought everything in fluffy pink, so the recipient would think their secret santa was a female). He does this every year without fail.
The Tronicles of Narnia
