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Succession and Inheritance in Deusetats

So, in my Primer on Politics for Writers, I said:

If you make the [inheritance] systems any more complex than that, you risk (a) spending all your time explaining it, or (b) confusing readers over something that doesn’t drive the plot anyway. Trust me, I know this from personal experience. :)

In some ways, when I said “from personal experience” here, I was thinking of the succession rules in Deusetats, which are based on real-world cultures, but not the ones that are called easily to mind. Although for me as writer it’s a fun challenge to think about how this pivots the political landscape, I’m aware that for readers it is sometimes a little difficult to track. I think/hope the story reads fine even if you’re not 100% across the details, and think/hope also that watching the characters navigate the twisted roads to power might inspire readers to get more interested in politics generally, but I am also aware that it might be a bit hard to track. So, I have written this post to provide more info to those that want it, in the hope that it is not necessary to enjoying the story. 🙂

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Jayson Agonistes: Breaking Hell by David Whitechapel

Jayson Agonistes: Breaking Hell by David Whitechapel

Just started posting The Glittering Court (sequel to featured fantasy Philomena) on Wattpad. #excite!

Doing a test

habaeuscorpus:

Reblog this if you would buy a book with an LGBTQ main character, whose sexuality was not the primary focus of the novel

If you would not, reblog this.

degasdad:

do you guys have a story in your head and when you’re bored you just add more to it and continue from where you left off

When You Skip a Day of Writing

lifeduringnano:

AFMOH Snippet

I took out my purse and counted what I had. 8 pounds, 9 shillings and sixpence. Plus a pound a week in pay.

My optimism of the weekend had been checked. I now looked at this meagre collection of coins and tried to calculate how long it would last me if I scrimped and saved.

Someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” I said.

Charlie entered. He’d avoided me since our trip into town two days ago. I told myself it was best that he did, but it still felt lonely.

“Don’t mind mum,” he said, sitting down on the bed. “And put this stuff away.” He gathered up the coins, put them in the purse, and laid the purse on my lap, folding my hands over it while I watched him mutely.

I felt my eyes well with tears. I had never been a cryer. My friends used to joke I had a heart of stone because we’d watched Baz Lurhmann’s Romeo + Juliet in Year 9 and I had been the only one in my class who hadn’t cried. And yet, here I was, preparing to blub again.

“Hey, shh,” said Charlie. “Don’t cry, odd ‘un.” He put his hand up under my chin so he could brush my cheek with his thumb.

I leaned back and his hand dropped. He blinked twice, brow furrowed. “Anyway,” he said, getting up and brushing his hands down his trousers, “don’t worry about the rent. I’ll have a chat with mum and fix with her what she needs.” He hesitated, hand on the doorjamb. “See you at tea.”

I nodded wordlessly.

Uh oh, Charlie. Watch out for your heart. ;o [A Fair Measure of Happiness]

letablake:

Well, that’s niiiiiiiiice.

from A Fair Measure of Happiness (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1RWyBZl