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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Translate All The Things!

So, the last few days I have put my novel aside. Part of it is because its requiring a lot in rewrites right now, but the larger part of it is that When Words Collide is no longer coming up soon, but up, as of Friday. Thus, I've been spending a lot of my time researching the ideas that I'm going to be discussing with everyone else during the conference.

Normally, that is filled with reading websites on mythology, bloggers discussing the differences between sensuality and sexuality or reading about what our brains do when we watch Horror movies. Today it took an odd turn though.

I was researching Brazilian mythology, looking over a little bit of the history, reading what sort of tales they tell their kids, seeing what sort of monsters in the dark exist in their little corner of our globe. Today, it meant finding an odd reference to a story that took me in a completely different direction than I expected.

Salamanca do Jarau

A legend of southern Brazil, the Salamanca is a cave full of treasures, looked after by a magical lizard called teiniaguá.
I wanted to know what a Teiniagua was, so I took that name and found it connected with "The Moorish Princess". Now I was really confused. Unable to find an English translation of the myth or a description of the creature other than "magical gecko" I did what anybody else would do and got creative.

First, this meant going to the wikipedia entry for this story and realizing that the computer I was on didn't offer immediately translate the page for me. So I copied the story and did a search for Google Translate. Let me mention here that I do not generally suggest Google Translate. If you're looking for a single word, you'll probably find it. If you want more... well, lets just say they are not particularly clear about language. Google Translate Sings is a thing for a reason, no?

Anyways, I translated it and found out that it was really disjointed. So disjointed that I couldn't really understand what it was trying to say. So I got creative again. Knowing a tiny bit of Spanish and a lot more about mythologies, how they are constructed and what tropes are usually found in them, I decided that despite starting from a very flawed case, that I would try and translate the translated document into something resembling a complete story.

I'm certain I am missing some very important parts of this story and that entire sections of it may be incorrect. Still, please, let me know how well you think I did working just from the Google Translate . If you read Portugal or happen to recall the tale, please let me know.

Original Tale from Wikipedia

Ícone da cultura gaúcha, a Teiniaguá, é uma Princesa Moura, transformada em lagartixa pelo Diabo Vermelho dos índios, Anhangá-Pitã. Séculos atrás, quando caiu o último reduto árabe na Espanha, veio fugida e transfigurada em uma velha; para que não fosse reconhecida e aprisionada.

Corpo de lagartixa (ou salamandra), encontra-se no lugar de sua cabeça uma pedra preciosa cintilante, cor de rubi, que fascina os homens e os atrai, destinada a viver em uma lagoa no Cerro do Jarau.

Mas um dia o sacristão da igreja da aldeia próxima, assolado pelo calor, foi até a lagoa refrescar-se. Ao se aproximar percebeu que a lagoa fervia e na sua frente a Teiniaguá surgiu, rapidamente ele a agarrou, a aprisionou em uma guampa, e foi para seus aposentos atrás da igreja. Durante a noite, ao abrir a guampa, ocorre uma mágica, ela volta a ser mulher e lhe pede vinho. Sabendo que o único vinho que podia oferecer era o do padre, não hesitou em buscá-lo. Todas as noites o fato se repetia, e os padres começaram a desconfiar; uma noite entraram no quarto do sacristão, a Teiniaguá, rapidamente se transformou em lagartixa e fugiu para as barrancas do Uruguai, ele foi preso.

O sacristão foi condenado a morte, e no dia da aplicação da sentença, sua amada sentiu um mau pressentimento e voltou à aldeia para resgatá-lo. Utilizando magia, o encontrou e nesse momento houve um grande estrondo, que produziu fogo e fumaça e tudo afundou.

Ficaram confinados após isso, em uma caverna profunda, chamada de Salamanca do Jarau. De onde só sairiam quando surgisse algém capaz de cumprir as sete provas: as espadas ocultas na sombra, a arremetida de jaguares e pumas furiosos, a dança dos esqueletos, o jogo das línguas de fogo e das águas ferventes, a ameaça da boicininga amaldiçoada (única que não está presente na literatura épica, é um proveitamento folclórico), o convite das donzelas cativas, o cerco dos anões.

Com os desafios superados, seria concedido ao valente vencedor um desejo, o qual, ele deveria depois renegar. Após duzentos anos, chega à furna um gaúcho chamado Blau, que conheceu a lenda através de sua avó charrua. Sem hesitar ele cumpriu as provas, pórem, não desejou nada. A princesa ficou triste, pois assim não conseguiriam, ela e seu amado sacristão, libertarem-se do encanto. Quando o gaúcho montava em seu cavalo para ir embora, o sacristão lhe deu uma moeda de ouro, como lembrança de sua estada; sem poder recusar, colocou a moeda no bolso e foi embora.

Alguns dias depois ficou sabendo que um amigo seu desistira de ser criador de gado, lembrou da moeda e foi comprar um boi, mas ao retirá-la para pagar foram surgindo novas moedas e ele conseguiu comprar todos. Admirado com a riqueza de Blau, o amigo espalhou a notícia, e todos ficaram espantados com ela. Acreditando que ele havia feito um pacto com o demônio, ninguém mais quis lhe vender nem comprar nada. Sentindo saudade da vida de antes, voltou à gruta para devolver a moeda mágica. Chegando lá, contou a história ao sacristão e lhe devolveu a moeda. Ao colocá-la em sua mão, o feitiço foi quebrado com uma grande explosão. Da furna saíram os dois condenados, transformados em um belo casal de jovens. Casaram-se e trouxeram a descendência indigeno-ibérica aos povoados do Rio Grande do Sul.




Google Translate Version

Icon of the gaucho culture, teiniagud, is a Moorish Princess , turned into gecko by the Red Devil Indians , Anhangá - Pita . Centuries ago , when he fell the last Arab stronghold in Spain, came fleeing and transfigured into an old ; that was not recognized and imprisoned .
grenadier body ( or stove ) , is the place of his head a sparkling gemstone, ruby color, which fascinates men and draws them, destined to live in a pond in the Cerro Jarau .

But one day the sexton of the nearby village church, plagued by heat, went to the pond freshen up . When approaching realized that the lake was boiling and in front of the teiniagud came quickly he grabbed her, imprisoned her in a guampa , and went to his quarters behind the church. During the night, opening the guampa, there is a magic, she goes back to being a woman and asks her wine. Knowing that the only wine that could offer was the priest did not hesitate to pick it up. Every night the fact is repeated , and the priests began to suspect ; one night entered the sexton of the room, the teiniagud, quickly turned into lizard and fled to the banks of the Uruguay, he was arrested

The sacristan was sentenced to death, and the sentence of the day of application, his beloved felt a bad feeling and returned to the village to rescue him. Using magic, and found that time there was a big bang, which produced fire and smoke and everything sank.

They were confined after that, in a deep cave, called Jarau Salamanca. Where only get out when emerge algem able to meet the seven events: the hidden swords in the shade, the rush Jaguars and furious cougars, dancing skeletons , the game of tongues of fire and boiling water, the threat of cursed boicininga ( one that is not present in the epic literature, is a folkloric proveitamento ), the invitation of captive maidens, the siege of the dwarves .

The challenges overcome, be granted to the brave winner one wish, which he would later disown. After two hundred years, reaches the cave a gaucho named Blau, who met the legend through his plow grandmother. Without hesitation he fulfilled the evidence, however, did not want anything. The princess was sad, because then they could not , she and her beloved sexton, freeing up the charm. When the gaucho riding his horse to leave, the sexton gave him a gold coin as a souvenir of their stay; without being able to refuse, put the coin in his pocket and left.

A few days later he learned that a friend of his had given up being cattleman, remembered the currency and bought an ox, but to pull it to pay were emerging new coins and he was able to buy all. Amazed at the wealth of Blau, the friend spread the news, and everyone was amazed with her. Believing that he had made ​​a pact with the devil, no one wanted to sell it or buy anything. Feeling homesick before life returned to the cave to return the magic coin. Once there, he told the story to the sacristan and handed him the coin. To put it in your hand, the spell was broken with a big explosion. The cave came the two convicts, turned into a beautiful young couple. They married and brought the indigenous Iberian descent to the villages of Rio Grande do Sul

My Version

The following story is an icon of the gaucho culture. It is the story of Teiniagua, the Moorish Princess, who was turned into a gecko by the Red Devil Indians, Anhangá-Pita.

Centuries ago, when the last Arab stronghold in Spain fell, the Moorish princess fled the destruction and was transformed into an old gecko with a thickset body. On her forehead was a sparkling Ruby gemstone that fascinated men. Eventually she came to live in a pond in Cerro Jarau.
One day the sexton of the nearby village church, plagued by heat, went to the pond freshen up. When he arrived, he saw that the lake was boiling and standing in front was the gecko. The priest imprisioned Teiniagua in a guampa (horn) and took her to his quarters behind the church.
At night, he opened the horn and found that the gecko he had captured had changed into a woman. He offered her wine and she, believing that a priest could mean her no harm, accepted. When she became drunk, he seduced her. He did this every night until the other priests began to suspect that something was up.

One night, the other priests burst in to catch him in the act. Teiniagua turned back into a gecko and fled to the banks of the Uruguay. The priest was sentenced to death. However, Teiniagua was bereft without the priest, whom she had come to love. She decided to rescue him. Using powerful magic, she created a huge explosion that shook the town, filling it with bad-smelling smoke and eventually sank the town deep into a cave called the Jaau Salmanca.  

Stuck in the cave, Teiniagua and her lover found they could only leave when a hero had completed seven quests: the hidden swords in the shade, the rush Jaguars and furious cougars, dancing skeletons, the game of tongues of fire and boiling water, the threat of cursed boicininga (a type of snake), the invitation of captive maidens and the siege of the dwarves.

Since they could not fulfill the conditions on their own, Teiniagua offered anyone who could overcome the challenges a single wish. After two hundred years, a gaucho(South American cowboy) named Blau, was told of the legend by his grandmother. Without hesitation, he searched for the cave and completed the quests. However, when he was offered his wish, he declined, saying he needed nothing. The princess was saddened that he would refuse her gift since it meant that she and her love would remain in the cave, their curse unbroken.

But Teiniagua and the priest came up with a plan. When the gaucho tried to leave, the priest offered him a single gold coin as a souvenir of his stay. The gaucho decided that a souvenir wasn’t the same thing as a wish and accepted the coin, putting it in his pocket before he left.

A few days later he learned that a friend of his had decided to give up being cattleman. The guacho wanted to buy all his friend’s stock and settle down. However, even with all his savings he was still short a single coin to buy even a single ox. Remembering his souvenir, the gaucho pulled it out of his pocket. However, new coins continued to emerge, falling to ground around him huge pile. By the time it stopped, he had enough money to buy all of the stock his friend was selling with money to spare. His friend was amazed at Blau’s new wealth and told everyone what had happened. Everyone agreed that this was unnatural and that the Blau must have made a deal with a devil to have such a thing happen. They shunned him, buying nothing from him and selling him nothing, not wanting to associate with one so cursed.
 Blau returned the coin, wishing to return to his poorer existence before. Once there he told the priest what had happened and gave him back the magic coin. At that moment there was a huge explosion and Tieniagua and her priest were made young and beautiful again.

 They married and brought the indigenous peoples of  Iberian descent to the villages of the Rio Grande to live.




Saturday, July 30, 2016

Ass-Kicking

          Both ways really... I've been getting my ass-kicked by this last chapter and then did a little ass-kicking myself. What happened you may ask?

         Part of my novel involves the main characters finding a boat in a hidden grotto. The original chapter where they find it was useless, it required an entire rewrite. Halfway through the rewrite, I discovered that part of my research was incomplete... vastly incomplete, actually.

         One of my characters worked on the docks in his homeland and worked on a ship... he should know the types of ships and nautical words. The main character grew up in a town that had a dock and her family did high-end trade, so she's heard most of the words, even if she doesn't use them herself. I know none... What can I say? I love the water, but I grew up in land locked Calgary. Our outdoor pools open in June and my family never had enough money to go boating. Since I've grown up, I've had the opportunity to go boating once... but other than that, I have little to no experience. So, research, research, research.

          As well, learning about the ocean and nautical terms made me realize that ocean water in May at my characters latitude might be too cold for prolonged swimming. It totally is, in case you're like me and don't know. There isn't any ice in the water, but the chill is still there. Trying to find a different way for them to find the grotto left one option and that one option destroyed most of my plotting and would have required a complete re-write of the end chapters. Which was an option, but in the end, not the better one.

          Instead, I played with thermals and raised some of the waters temperature up so that it was actually warm and went back to my original plot. Sometimes, it isn't a darling that needs to be killed, but is a lover that you need you seduce back to your bed for the night.

          It was exactly what I needed. I'd been working on that chapter for 6 days already, trying to fix and unable to figure out why it wasn't working. One simple change to the original idea and I was able to rewrite it from scratch and edit it within a twenty-four hour period.

          I celebrated by playing Don't Starve and learning to play a Japanese card name called Koi Koi. Now, its back to editing before I hit the sack. Less than ten chapters to go before this novel is done and can be sent to the editor!

Friday, July 22, 2016

Pokemon Pictures

          I said I'd post some pictures. I don't have too many right now, but the one is my character with the other character being my favourite critter so far, an Eevee that I caught. She isn't my highest level guy by a longshot but she is a fun little critter. She may be one that I keep an Eevee since one of her powers is dig!

          What's your favourite pokemon and highest level pokemon so far?

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Gotta Catch 'Em All

          This week, I'm feeling the need to talk about Pokemon Go. In case you've been living under a rock, Pokemon Go is a new mobile game based on the popular game of the same name(sans the 'Go' part). Basically, your job is to catch mostly adorable pocket monsters and teach them to fight to the death for your honour (don't worry, you can always revive a fallen ally).

          I'm only exaggerating a bit here, as is my usual wont, of course. While I was never a huge fan of the show, I kept abreast enough to become at least casually acquainted with it. The video game always annoyed me though. What I always wanted from the game was more a strategic game like Final Fantasy Tactics, played with the critters as your pawns and ally's.

          Still, when they announced the mobile game I was excited. The early ads for the game showed movement, outside, having to find your pokemon, train them, trading them and fighting battles not only at gyms but with friends and strangers.

          The current game is not offering us all of that. There is movement, outside wandering... We can train our Pokemon to a point and battle them in gyms, again to a point. And I have to say, I'm enjoying it.

          It is nice to have a reason to get outside, to have fiero moments while out walking. Walking is one of my least favourite things to do and I went out walking on both Monday and Tuesday. Not for very long, as I had a killer head cold, but I was getting out.

          There have been news reports about people getting hurt of course. As with any new-fangled thing, some people seem determined to find ways to misuse it. As with anything, blame the idiots, not the technology. You wouldn't blame books because someone was reading while drving, right? It's the same thing.

          Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll have some pictures of the game to share. Until then, are you playing? Are you enjoying it? If you're not playing, why? Let me know in the comments below.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Adaptation Makes you a Stronger Writer

          I don’t usually talk about non-writing hobbies of mine on here (or at least, I try not to) but yesterday something happened that made me want to talk about it.
          I have been a pretty avid gamer since my late teens, 20 years or so now. The latest incarnation that I play with my friends is Pathfinder, the non WotC successor to Dungeons & Dragons. Soon after I started playing, my boyfriend (now husband), suggested I try to run a game. With the amount I read, he thought it would be a good fit. He was right.
          I’ve always been creative and while I haven’t always proven up to the task, I am very good at the games part. I prefer running open world adventures, where my players have their own stated goals and I simply match the world to their desires. This isn’t to say that my players aren’t adequately opposed, but I have a knack for creating and encouraging conflicts and resolutions that my players may not have considered.
          For this reason, whenever I’m running a game, my players get nearly (and sometimes more) experience and wealth from talking down the monsters or dealing with them as business associates than they would from simply yelling “Attack” and slaying all-comers.
          Adapting on the fly is something I’m good at, but there are times when my players will confound me. That’s what happened yesterday.
          I’ve been running my players through a book adventure (the last one for a while I think) called Mummy’s Mask. While some of the Pathfinder adventures are well-written and entertaining, some are distinctly more lack-luster than others, being just a general slog of “I hit it until it dies of it. What did it have on the body? Alright, every silver piece has been counted, let’s go… Oh, it’s a what? And looks, like what? Cool, I hit it until it dies of it. What did…”
          I’d have honestly stopped playing it ages ago, but my players do like finishing campaigns, rather than leaving them hanging, so we’ve been bravely soldering on. The bad guy told them that to get to him, they’d have to go through the “trials of the pyramid”… and my players just lost it.
          What started out as a rant from one of the players turned into an actual discussion of whether or not it was feasible, with the tools they had on hand to burrow their way past the defenses. I insisted they do the math to prove that it was, but when they had, I agreed that nothing in the game said they had to run on rails to get to the last bad guy. They’d figured out a new way through. I adapted.
          Which is something that you have to be able to do in writing too. People always get so frustrated when they’re writing and you’ll often hear the lament (if you know a writers) that the characters, “aren’t doing what I need them to do”.  This always makes me laugh, since for the most part, my characters aren’t as separate from me as they are with other people. Not to say that they always do what I want them to; they often don’t and it’s usually my mind giving me a hint that the original idea is unstable or unfinished.
          Learning to adapt and going with it is a really important part of writing, obviously. Fortunately, as with most writing, it’s a skill that can be learned – even taught, to a certain degree.
          My first suggestion would be to try improv. There are usually comedy clubs around most cities where adults can get together to try it out. If younger, check out your local school activities. If you don’t see one, create one. Another suggestion is to try your hand at gaming. Whether on computer or in person, creating stories in your mind about your character is not only a darn fun way to pass the time, its teaching you to react with the punches that come your way.
          When we’re only dealing with our own selves, we can feign surprise, fear, gladness and sketch out what our characters would do, but only with other people will you be able to accurately put that learning into use.

          Not only is it great for your stories (I have 5 or 6 people I ask to be my characters aren’t making dumb mistakes simply because I missed something obvious), but its teaching you to react on the fly and continue on the story, despite hitting a bump or 63 tons worth.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Lets Talk Stationary!

          I started listening to a new podcast recently called The Write Gear. The show is wonderful, spending most of its time and episodes dedicated to the gear that writers use in their craft; Moleskines, paper, notebooks, pens and also the more technological stuff like computers and software that help us to do our work. One of these were devoted entirely to discussing what the perfect pen was.

          The general consensus was that a pen needed to be ballpoint or gel to be considered (fountain pens being different enough to deserve their own little niche). They had to be cheap, smooth to write without applying tons of pressure, have a very clear distinct line, not feather on the page, be long-lasting, dry quickly when used, and they had to be able to sit in a bag for a few months between uses (because some of us don’t use pens as often as others, but you still need to know its going to work when you crack it open).

          My immediate thought to all this was to think happily of my favourite pen and agree entirely with everything they said, at least as far as the requirements went. I don’t know about you, but for me, this essentially describes what I look for. Usually you have to compromise somewhat. If it’s super cheap, then it won’t write smoothly or the ink will remain wet for ages, or it will be cheap, but not smooth to write with and dries up after just a few weeks or something.

          The pen the original survey decided on is one that I’ve never had a chance to try, the Uniball Jetstream. It sounds really nice for me, aside from the size. I have always found that with my messy writing, I like thinner ink trails, .3 is my favourite, though I will take a thin little .1 given half a chance. The pen The Write Gear podcast suggested as theirs was the Pentel Ener-Gels, specifically, with a certain type of gel rollerball refill.


          Neither of these are mine, though I totally want to give both a try. Mine is a pen that has a slightly uncomfortable base, but everything else about it is incredible. Just known as the Sharpie Pen (size Fine was the thinnest I could find… I’d say it’s a .3-.5 width), this pen writes like a gel, smooth as silk, though it isn't a gel pen. Its an ink pen like a sharpie where you have a tip that fills with ink and so long as you have a tip and ink its writes wonderfully and they last a super long time. It doesn't dry out (I've had these ones for over a year and really have only started using them in the last month or so) and they come out to under $2 a pen (I think I payed$12 for a pack of 10 when I bought these). 

          My only gripes about them is that the case is super thin and very hard, so it is less on the comfort side of the equation. The other part is that while it doesn't feather a lot, the tip is so full of ink that it will get all over you if you aren't careful (not from smudging; I'm just super bad at holding my pens on or near the paper). It writes so nicely though that I am usually willing to ignore those two minor issues.


          I have a picture here done that shows the three colours I used off to the side. I usually draw with pencil and then redraw with pen and then begin adding colour, but I wanted to show what the pens could do.  Which reminds me that these are the only three I have left... I'll have to buy another set before When Words Collide later this year. 

         Anyway, those are my favourites! What are yours? Let me know in the comments below! 

Saturday, July 2, 2016

50% and Counting

It has been too long!

Sorry about that delay! I have been driving myself mad trying to get everything done. I've been editing like a madman. I'm 34k finished, which puts me at my halfway point. Here are some interesting points I discovered.

  • So far I have editing 34,353 words.
  • According to the Hemingway App, it would take 2 hours and 17 minutes to read that 34, 353 words. 
  • I have three main POV's. They are... An Asian woman named Kuzunoha, a Norse man named Jocelin and a black man named Richard.
  • Though I spent nearly two months working on the first 10,000 words of this story, I finished the rest of the rough draft (60,000 words) completely during the month of November 2015. 
  • I began editing this book on the 1st of May. I'm hoping it won't take another 2 months to finish the last 35,000 words. 

It's been slow editing this week, because the three chapters prior to this one all needed to be written from scratch and then edited. I'm hoping that most of my book won't require that level of work. Since less than half of the first 35,000 needed that level, I definitely have high hopes for the rest.