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#WordWeavers SEP30: What stereotypes do your MCs deal with in their world?
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Persius swung off to the left arm of the hall and took us to a door. Pausing after putting his hand on the door-handle, Persius turned back to me and said "This is the records department, you will probably be coming here fairly often to drop off reports" and opened the door for me.
When I stepped in I was stopped suddenly by a surprisingly small space, just standing room, immediately in front of a window-slot that separated us from the 10 or so people spread across three rows of desks, the front most of which was right against the window slot such that I nearly fell on to it. Everybody here wore tawdry shirts and brown arm-bands and there were piles of tablets just about everywhere, some almost ceiling height.
"Were you born in a tent!? Close the bloody door!" came the shout from the back of the room. Behind the desks was another, smaller, window-slot but higher up the wall so that it had a commanding position over the desks and in this personal room overlooking the others sat an angry man. Old, but displeased at being old. Grey haired, but not bald. Small, but sharp eyes. He wore a fine quality shirt that had buttons and a collar rather than a simple lace knot at the neck. Over this was a brown waistcoat with a fine silver chain attached across the chest joining the sides. His arm-band was a large silver affair made of two bands joined in the middle by a mix of straight, slanted and crossing lines which made up the writing system used here.
I was stunned for a moment by the sudden and unexpected insult; yes, I was born in a tent but I do know how to close a door thank-you-very-much. Everywhere I went I had heard no end of insinuations that goat-herders were ignorant and uncultured, most of them aimed at me, because goat-herders were considered the least civilised people in society --- even slavery was respected more. The only thing lower than goat-herders was wild animals, and people raised by wild-animals. It did not help that my life isolated from the rest of the #worldglass fulfilled every perceived stereotype of a goat-herder there was.
"Morning Gregory" came Persius' voice calmly as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself. I had to step aside for him to be able to fit into the small space up-front.
"I see you've found another feckless goat-fucker to torment me" came the warm greeting back.
"Oh nothing so bad as that," Persius replied pleasantly, "good with numbers, might be running the merchant's department before you know it."
"And camels might fly. What's the kid got? I haven't got all day to chat."
Persius looked down at me and pointed at the knapsack. I snapped out of my shock and fumbled with the bag trying to get the tablet out of it. "Morning manifest from Reggie" Persius explained buying me time. The thin older lady at the front-desk reached forward and I passed them the tablet. Gregory was pleasantly surprised by the mention of Reggie; "That arsehole? Alright, job's done, now get out of my sight". Persius was already opening the door for me and I hastened myself outside.
Once he had closed the door, shutting the records room away from sight, he looked down at me, smiling. I was still slightly shaken by how incredibly rude the man had been, "Did you set me up?" I asked Persius who was getting much enjoyment from my reaction.
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#WordWeavers SEP30: What stereotypes do your MCs deal with in their world?
⸻ ⧫ ⸻
Persius swung off to the left arm of the hall and took us to a door. Pausing after putting his hand on the door-handle, Persius turned back to me and said "This is the records department, you will probably be coming here fairly often to drop off reports" and opened the door for me.
When I stepped in I was stopped suddenly by a surprisingly small space, just standing room, immediately in front of a window-slot that separated us from the 10 or so people spread across three rows of desks, the front most of which was right against the window slot such that I nearly fell on to it. Everybody here wore tawdry shirts and brown arm-bands and there were piles of tablets just about everywhere, some almost ceiling height.
"Were you born in a tent!? Close the bloody door!" came the shout from the back of the room. Behind the desks was another, smaller, window-slot but higher up the wall so that it had a commanding position over the desks and in this personal room overlooking the others sat an angry man. Old, but displeased at being old. Grey haired, but not bald. Small, but sharp eyes. He wore a fine quality shirt that had buttons and a collar rather than a simple lace knot at the neck. Over this was a brown waistcoat with a fine silver chain attached across the chest joining the sides. His arm-band was a large silver affair made of two bands joined in the middle by a mix of straight, slanted and crossing lines which made up the writing system used here.
I was stunned for a moment by the sudden and unexpected insult; yes, I was born in a tent but I do know how to close a door thank-you-very-much. Everywhere I went I had heard no end of insinuations that goat-herders were ignorant and uncultured, most of them aimed at me, because goat-herders were considered the least civilised people in society --- even slavery was respected more. The only thing lower than goat-herders was wild animals, and people raised by wild-animals. It did not help that my life isolated from the rest of the #worldglass fulfilled every perceived stereotype of a goat-herder there was.
"Morning Gregory" came Persius' voice calmly as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself. I had to step aside for him to be able to fit into the small space up-front.
"I see you've found another feckless goat-fucker to torment me" came the warm greeting back.
"Oh nothing so bad as that," Persius replied pleasantly, "good with numbers, might be running the merchant's department before you know it."
"And camels might fly. What's the kid got? I haven't got all day to chat."
Persius looked down at me and pointed at the knapsack. I snapped out of my shock and fumbled with the bag trying to get the tablet out of it. "Morning manifest from Reggie" Persius explained buying me time. The thin older lady at the front-desk reached forward and I passed them the tablet. Gregory was pleasantly surprised by the mention of Reggie; "That arsehole? Alright, job's done, now get out of my sight". Persius was already opening the door for me and I hastened myself outside.
Once he had closed the door, shutting the records room away from sight, he looked down at me, smiling. I was still slightly shaken by how incredibly rude the man had been, "Did you set me up?" I asked Persius who was getting much enjoyment from my reaction.
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#WordWeavers SEP30: What stereotypes do your MCs deal with in their world?
⸻ ⧫ ⸻
Persius swung off to the left arm of the hall and took us to a door. Pausing after putting his hand on the door-handle, Persius turned back to me and said "This is the records department, you will probably be coming here fairly often to drop off reports" and opened the door for me.
When I stepped in I was stopped suddenly by a surprisingly small space, just standing room, immediately in front of a window-slot that separated us from the 10 or so people spread across three rows of desks, the front most of which was right against the window slot such that I nearly fell on to it. Everybody here wore tawdry shirts and brown arm-bands and there were piles of tablets just about everywhere, some almost ceiling height.
"Were you born in a tent!? Close the bloody door!" came the shout from the back of the room. Behind the desks was another, smaller, window-slot but higher up the wall so that it had a commanding position over the desks and in this personal room overlooking the others sat an angry man. Old, but displeased at being old. Grey haired, but not bald. Small, but sharp eyes. He wore a fine quality shirt that had buttons and a collar rather than a simple lace knot at the neck. Over this was a brown waistcoat with a fine silver chain attached across the chest joining the sides. His arm-band was a large silver affair made of two bands joined in the middle by a mix of straight, slanted and crossing lines which made up the writing system used here.
I was stunned for a moment by the sudden and unexpected insult; yes, I was born in a tent but I do know how to close a door thank-you-very-much. Everywhere I went I had heard no end of insinuations that goat-herders were ignorant and uncultured, most of them aimed at me, because goat-herders were considered the least civilised people in society --- even slavery was respected more. The only thing lower than goat-herders was wild animals, and people raised by wild-animals. It did not help that my life isolated from the rest of the #worldglass fulfilled every perceived stereotype of a goat-herder there was.
"Morning Gregory" came Persius' voice calmly as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself. I had to step aside for him to be able to fit into the small space up-front.
"I see you've found another feckless goat-fucker to torment me" came the warm greeting back.
"Oh nothing so bad as that," Persius replied pleasantly, "good with numbers, might be running the merchant's department before you know it."
"And camels might fly. What's the kid got? I haven't got all day to chat."
Persius looked down at me and pointed at the knapsack. I snapped out of my shock and fumbled with the bag trying to get the tablet out of it. "Morning manifest from Reggie" Persius explained buying me time. The thin older lady at the front-desk reached forward and I passed them the tablet. Gregory was pleasantly surprised by the mention of Reggie; "That arsehole? Alright, job's done, now get out of my sight". Persius was already opening the door for me and I hastened myself outside.
Once he had closed the door, shutting the records room away from sight, he looked down at me, smiling. I was still slightly shaken by how incredibly rude the man had been, "Did you set me up?" I asked Persius who was getting much enjoyment from my reaction.
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#WordWeavers SEP30: What stereotypes do your MCs deal with in their world?
⸻ ⧫ ⸻
Persius swung off to the left arm of the hall and took us to a door. Pausing after putting his hand on the door-handle, Persius turned back to me and said "This is the records department, you will probably be coming here fairly often to drop off reports" and opened the door for me.
When I stepped in I was stopped suddenly by a surprisingly small space, just standing room, immediately in front of a window-slot that separated us from the 10 or so people spread across three rows of desks, the front most of which was right against the window slot such that I nearly fell on to it. Everybody here wore tawdry shirts and brown arm-bands and there were piles of tablets just about everywhere, some almost ceiling height.
"Were you born in a tent!? Close the bloody door!" came the shout from the back of the room. Behind the desks was another, smaller, window-slot but higher up the wall so that it had a commanding position over the desks and in this personal room overlooking the others sat an angry man. Old, but displeased at being old. Grey haired, but not bald. Small, but sharp eyes. He wore a fine quality shirt that had buttons and a collar rather than a simple lace knot at the neck. Over this was a brown waistcoat with a fine silver chain attached across the chest joining the sides. His arm-band was a large silver affair made of two bands joined in the middle by a mix of straight, slanted and crossing lines which made up the writing system used here.
I was stunned for a moment by the sudden and unexpected insult; yes, I was born in a tent but I do know how to close a door thank-you-very-much. Everywhere I went I had heard no end of insinuations that goat-herders were ignorant and uncultured, most of them aimed at me, because goat-herders were considered the least civilised people in society --- even slavery was respected more. The only thing lower than goat-herders was wild animals, and people raised by wild-animals. It did not help that my life isolated from the rest of the #worldglass fulfilled every perceived stereotype of a goat-herder there was.
"Morning Gregory" came Persius' voice calmly as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself. I had to step aside for him to be able to fit into the small space up-front.
"I see you've found another feckless goat-fucker to torment me" came the warm greeting back.
"Oh nothing so bad as that," Persius replied pleasantly, "good with numbers, might be running the merchant's department before you know it."
"And camels might fly. What's the kid got? I haven't got all day to chat."
Persius looked down at me and pointed at the knapsack. I snapped out of my shock and fumbled with the bag trying to get the tablet out of it. "Morning manifest from Reggie" Persius explained buying me time. The thin older lady at the front-desk reached forward and I passed them the tablet. Gregory was pleasantly surprised by the mention of Reggie; "That arsehole? Alright, job's done, now get out of my sight". Persius was already opening the door for me and I hastened myself outside.
Once he had closed the door, shutting the records room away from sight, he looked down at me, smiling. I was still slightly shaken by how incredibly rude the man had been, "Did you set me up?" I asked Persius who was getting much enjoyment from my reaction.
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#WordWeavers SEP30: What stereotypes do your MCs deal with in their world?
⸻ ⧫ ⸻
Persius swung off to the left arm of the hall and took us to a door. Pausing after putting his hand on the door-handle, Persius turned back to me and said "This is the records department, you will probably be coming here fairly often to drop off reports" and opened the door for me.
When I stepped in I was stopped suddenly by a surprisingly small space, just standing room, immediately in front of a window-slot that separated us from the 10 or so people spread across three rows of desks, the front most of which was right against the window slot such that I nearly fell on to it. Everybody here wore tawdry shirts and brown arm-bands and there were piles of tablets just about everywhere, some almost ceiling height.
"Were you born in a tent!? Close the bloody door!" came the shout from the back of the room. Behind the desks was another, smaller, window-slot but higher up the wall so that it had a commanding position over the desks and in this personal room overlooking the others sat an angry man. Old, but displeased at being old. Grey haired, but not bald. Small, but sharp eyes. He wore a fine quality shirt that had buttons and a collar rather than a simple lace knot at the neck. Over this was a brown waistcoat with a fine silver chain attached across the chest joining the sides. His arm-band was a large silver affair made of two bands joined in the middle by a mix of straight, slanted and crossing lines which made up the writing system used here.
I was stunned for a moment by the sudden and unexpected insult; yes, I was born in a tent but I do know how to close a door thank-you-very-much. Everywhere I went I had heard no end of insinuations that goat-herders were ignorant and uncultured, most of them aimed at me, because goat-herders were considered the least civilised people in society --- even slavery was respected more. The only thing lower than goat-herders was wild animals, and people raised by wild-animals. It did not help that my life isolated from the rest of the #worldglass fulfilled every perceived stereotype of a goat-herder there was.
"Morning Gregory" came Persius' voice calmly as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself. I had to step aside for him to be able to fit into the small space up-front.
"I see you've found another feckless goat-fucker to torment me" came the warm greeting back.
"Oh nothing so bad as that," Persius replied pleasantly, "good with numbers, might be running the merchant's department before you know it."
"And camels might fly. What's the kid got? I haven't got all day to chat."
Persius looked down at me and pointed at the knapsack. I snapped out of my shock and fumbled with the bag trying to get the tablet out of it. "Morning manifest from Reggie" Persius explained buying me time. The thin older lady at the front-desk reached forward and I passed them the tablet. Gregory was pleasantly surprised by the mention of Reggie; "That arsehole? Alright, job's done, now get out of my sight". Persius was already opening the door for me and I hastened myself outside.
Once he had closed the door, shutting the records room away from sight, he looked down at me, smiling. I was still slightly shaken by how incredibly rude the man had been, "Did you set me up?" I asked Persius who was getting much enjoyment from my reaction.
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Synopsis: --edit: v2
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass
“Imagine an hourglass except, rather than measuring hours, it counts out aeons. Its circumference is 25'000 miles. The glass walls are 60 miles thick. The sand within forms a desert almost 8'000 miles wide edge-to-edge. The sink-hole in the centre is 200 miles wide and forever growing as the 600 mile mountain-high perimeter falls away.”
Having trekked to the edge of the world and seen with their own eyes the awe-inspiring 60-mile thick glass wall that makes up the Worldglass — the hourglass they live within — our protagonist's conviction of their beliefs is absolute.
They resolve there and then to make the one-way journey to the centre of the Worldglass to see the fabled sink-hole where it is said all departed souls gather.
When they barely survive crossing the impassable desert that has cut off their clan from the rest of civilisation for three-and-a-half centuries, what they find is uncertainty. Their views are seen as primitive, outdated, ignorant. Most think the world is a bowl that rests on the back of a tortoise. Other crazy theories include the world being a sphere (surely everybody would just fall off the bottom!?) Now they fear that everything they were so certain about might not be so certain. What if the fables their clan had held so dearly just echoes of a lie two thousand years old?
Making it to their destination is not without its trials and tribulations. Making first contact and finding their way before getting chased from city to city and sold into slavery, taken to a city within a rock, escaping an unlikely chain of events that leads to [censored for Mastodon]!
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Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a novel of world building, discovery, and of finding everything once assumed to be normal and true turned upside down.
If I had to describe what the book feels like, I would say “When a place presses against the heart”. It’s about what it feels like to be somewhere, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feelings. A nostalgia for a place you’re seeing for the first time.
Whilst the story would technically be classed as fantasy, it is a grounded and realistic take set within a world that is fantastical in concept but very normal to its inhabitants. Where the magical appears it is by way of legend and myth, of religion and belief. The book should be perfectly accessible to all fans of historical fiction, alternative history, and adventure.
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Synopsis: --edit: v2
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass
“Imagine an hourglass except, rather than measuring hours, it counts out aeons. Its circumference is 25'000 miles. The glass walls are 60 miles thick. The sand within forms a desert almost 8'000 miles wide edge-to-edge. The sink-hole in the centre is 200 miles wide and forever growing as the 600 mile mountain-high perimeter falls away.”
Having trekked to the edge of the world and seen with their own eyes the awe-inspiring 60-mile thick glass wall that makes up the Worldglass — the hourglass they live within — our protagonist's conviction of their beliefs is absolute.
They resolve there and then to make the one-way journey to the centre of the Worldglass to see the fabled sink-hole where it is said all departed souls gather.
When they barely survive crossing the impassable desert that has cut off their clan from the rest of civilisation for three-and-a-half centuries, what they find is uncertainty. Their views are seen as primitive, outdated, ignorant. Most think the world is a bowl that rests on the back of a tortoise. Other crazy theories include the world being a sphere (surely everybody would just fall off the bottom!?) Now they fear that everything they were so certain about might not be so certain. What if the fables their clan had held so dearly just echoes of a lie two thousand years old?
Making it to their destination is not without its trials and tribulations. Making first contact and finding their way before getting chased from city to city and sold into slavery, taken to a city within a rock, escaping an unlikely chain of events that leads to [censored for Mastodon]!
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Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a novel of world building, discovery, and of finding everything once assumed to be normal and true turned upside down.
If I had to describe what the book feels like, I would say “When a place presses against the heart”. It’s about what it feels like to be somewhere, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feelings. A nostalgia for a place you’re seeing for the first time.
Whilst the story would technically be classed as fantasy, it is a grounded and realistic take set within a world that is fantastical in concept but very normal to its inhabitants. Where the magical appears it is by way of legend and myth, of religion and belief. The book should be perfectly accessible to all fans of historical fiction, alternative history, and adventure.
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Synopsis: --edit: v2
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass
“Imagine an hourglass except, rather than measuring hours, it counts out aeons. Its circumference is 25'000 miles. The glass walls are 60 miles thick. The sand within forms a desert almost 8'000 miles wide edge-to-edge. The sink-hole in the centre is 200 miles wide and forever growing as the 600 mile mountain-high perimeter falls away.”
Having trekked to the edge of the world and seen with their own eyes the awe-inspiring 60-mile thick glass wall that makes up the Worldglass — the hourglass they live within — our protagonist's conviction of their beliefs is absolute.
They resolve there and then to make the one-way journey to the centre of the Worldglass to see the fabled sink-hole where it is said all departed souls gather.
When they barely survive crossing the impassable desert that has cut off their clan from the rest of civilisation for three-and-a-half centuries, what they find is uncertainty. Their views are seen as primitive, outdated, ignorant. Most think the world is a bowl that rests on the back of a tortoise. Other crazy theories include the world being a sphere (surely everybody would just fall off the bottom!?) Now they fear that everything they were so certain about might not be so certain. What if the fables their clan had held so dearly just echoes of a lie two thousand years old?
Making it to their destination is not without its trials and tribulations. Making first contact and finding their way before getting chased from city to city and sold into slavery, taken to a city within a rock, escaping an unlikely chain of events that leads to [censored for Mastodon]!
* * *
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a novel of world building, discovery, and of finding everything once assumed to be normal and true turned upside down.
If I had to describe what the book feels like, I would say “When a place presses against the heart”. It’s about what it feels like to be somewhere, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feelings. A nostalgia for a place you’re seeing for the first time.
Whilst the story would technically be classed as fantasy, it is a grounded and realistic take set within a world that is fantastical in concept but very normal to its inhabitants. Where the magical appears it is by way of legend and myth, of religion and belief. The book should be perfectly accessible to all fans of historical fiction, alternative history, and adventure.
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Synopsis: --edit: v2
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass
“Imagine an hourglass except, rather than measuring hours, it counts out aeons. Its circumference is 25'000 miles. The glass walls are 60 miles thick. The sand within forms a desert almost 8'000 miles wide edge-to-edge. The sink-hole in the centre is 200 miles wide and forever growing as the 600 mile mountain-high perimeter falls away.”
Having trekked to the edge of the world and seen with their own eyes the awe-inspiring 60-mile thick glass wall that makes up the Worldglass — the hourglass they live within — our protagonist's conviction of their beliefs is absolute.
They resolve there and then to make the one-way journey to the centre of the Worldglass to see the fabled sink-hole where it is said all departed souls gather.
When they barely survive crossing the impassable desert that has cut off their clan from the rest of civilisation for three-and-a-half centuries, what they find is uncertainty. Their views are seen as primitive, outdated, ignorant. Most think the world is a bowl that rests on the back of a tortoise. Other crazy theories include the world being a sphere (surely everybody would just fall off the bottom!?) Now they fear that everything they were so certain about might not be so certain. What if the fables their clan had held so dearly just echoes of a lie two thousand years old?
Making it to their destination is not without its trials and tribulations. Making first contact and finding their way before getting chased from city to city and sold into slavery, taken to a city within a rock, escaping an unlikely chain of events that leads to [censored for Mastodon]!
* * *
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a novel of world building, discovery, and of finding everything once assumed to be normal and true turned upside down.
If I had to describe what the book feels like, I would say “When a place presses against the heart”. It’s about what it feels like to be somewhere, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feelings. A nostalgia for a place you’re seeing for the first time.
Whilst the story would technically be classed as fantasy, it is a grounded and realistic take set within a world that is fantastical in concept but very normal to its inhabitants. Where the magical appears it is by way of legend and myth, of religion and belief. The book should be perfectly accessible to all fans of historical fiction, alternative history, and adventure.
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Synopsis: --edit: v2
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass
“Imagine an hourglass except, rather than measuring hours, it counts out aeons. Its circumference is 25'000 miles. The glass walls are 60 miles thick. The sand within forms a desert almost 8'000 miles wide edge-to-edge. The sink-hole in the centre is 200 miles wide and forever growing as the 600 mile mountain-high perimeter falls away.”
Having trekked to the edge of the world and seen with their own eyes the awe-inspiring 60-mile thick glass wall that makes up the Worldglass — the hourglass they live within — our protagonist's conviction of their beliefs is absolute.
They resolve there and then to make the one-way journey to the centre of the Worldglass to see the fabled sink-hole where it is said all departed souls gather.
When they barely survive crossing the impassable desert that has cut off their clan from the rest of civilisation for three-and-a-half centuries, what they find is uncertainty. Their views are seen as primitive, outdated, ignorant. Most think the world is a bowl that rests on the back of a tortoise. Other crazy theories include the world being a sphere (surely everybody would just fall off the bottom!?) Now they fear that everything they were so certain about might not be so certain. What if the fables their clan had held so dearly just echoes of a lie two thousand years old?
Making it to their destination is not without its trials and tribulations. Making first contact and finding their way before getting chased from city to city and sold into slavery, taken to a city within a rock, escaping an unlikely chain of events that leads to [censored for Mastodon]!
* * *
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a novel of world building, discovery, and of finding everything once assumed to be normal and true turned upside down.
If I had to describe what the book feels like, I would say “When a place presses against the heart”. It’s about what it feels like to be somewhere, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feelings. A nostalgia for a place you’re seeing for the first time.
Whilst the story would technically be classed as fantasy, it is a grounded and realistic take set within a world that is fantastical in concept but very normal to its inhabitants. Where the magical appears it is by way of legend and myth, of religion and belief. The book should be perfectly accessible to all fans of historical fiction, alternative history, and adventure.
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Cover Letter: --edit: v2
In a world drowning in AI slop I have given up programming to write a book about a concept so compelling that it has, thus far, propelled me to 80’000 words, roughly 280 pages (5”×8”), in 9 months: A world and the people within an hourglass the size of Earth. In addition to writing the book, I’ve been running a Patreon with monthly updates to the manuscript and a behind-the-scenes blog that totals another 25’723 words of content describing the daily writing and planning progress.
I started this book because I envisioned it on store shelves as a real object, as something that people would actually pick up and read. Programming is intangible. I believe that there is a demand for AI-free books and I believe that there are fewer and fewer novels being produced without at least some amount of AI adulteration. Mine has none what-so-ever: as a programmer, I am well aware of the legal, ethical, and technical shortcomings of AI and have seen it destroy communities from within.
I have no experience with the book industry; Although I have been programming for 30 years, I have also been writing on my blog for close to 20. It is my desire to make a career in writing as this would mesh well with me and my family: I have a disabled wife and son whom I have been caring for whilst writing the book, although I am myself disabled with mobility issues and difficulties related to my neuro-divergency.
Please excuse the unusual way I write at times with excessive semi-colons or em-dashes. It looks like AI but it’s actually AI having stolen from my blog; I just write like that. I think the dyslexic spelling and grammar mistakes will make it obvious enough that I’m not using AI and I can prove it either-way with the daily edit history.
Though the book is currently unfinished, I am seeking a publisher that believes that it would be publishable in print should it be finished to an agreeable standard. I plan to have it finished within 9 to 12 months. I would like to write more books set in the Worldglass since this one only covers a small period in early history and there’s plenty of others to explore such as the middle-ages, the industrial revolution and Luddite movement, the age of invention &c.
Yours Sincerely,
Kroc Camen -
Cover Letter: --edit: v2
In a world drowning in AI slop I have given up programming to write a book about a concept so compelling that it has, thus far, propelled me to 80’000 words, roughly 280 pages (5”×8”), in 9 months: A world and the people within an hourglass the size of Earth. In addition to writing the book, I’ve been running a Patreon with monthly updates to the manuscript and a behind-the-scenes blog that totals another 25’723 words of content describing the daily writing and planning progress.
I started this book because I envisioned it on store shelves as a real object, as something that people would actually pick up and read. Programming is intangible. I believe that there is a demand for AI-free books and I believe that there are fewer and fewer novels being produced without at least some amount of AI adulteration. Mine has none what-so-ever: as a programmer, I am well aware of the legal, ethical, and technical shortcomings of AI and have seen it destroy communities from within.
I have no experience with the book industry; Although I have been programming for 30 years, I have also been writing on my blog for close to 20. It is my desire to make a career in writing as this would mesh well with me and my family: I have a disabled wife and son whom I have been caring for whilst writing the book, although I am myself disabled with mobility issues and difficulties related to my neuro-divergency.
Please excuse the unusual way I write at times with excessive semi-colons or em-dashes. It looks like AI but it’s actually AI having stolen from my blog; I just write like that. I think the dyslexic spelling and grammar mistakes will make it obvious enough that I’m not using AI and I can prove it either-way with the daily edit history.
Though the book is currently unfinished, I am seeking a publisher that believes that it would be publishable in print should it be finished to an agreeable standard. I plan to have it finished within 9 to 12 months. I would like to write more books set in the Worldglass since this one only covers a small period in early history and there’s plenty of others to explore such as the middle-ages, the industrial revolution and Luddite movement, the age of invention &c.
Yours Sincerely,
Kroc Camen -
Cover Letter: --edit: v2
In a world drowning in AI slop I have given up programming to write a book about a concept so compelling that it has, thus far, propelled me to 80’000 words, roughly 280 pages (5”×8”), in 9 months: A world and the people within an hourglass the size of Earth. In addition to writing the book, I’ve been running a Patreon with monthly updates to the manuscript and a behind-the-scenes blog that totals another 25’723 words of content describing the daily writing and planning progress.
I started this book because I envisioned it on store shelves as a real object, as something that people would actually pick up and read. Programming is intangible. I believe that there is a demand for AI-free books and I believe that there are fewer and fewer novels being produced without at least some amount of AI adulteration. Mine has none what-so-ever: as a programmer, I am well aware of the legal, ethical, and technical shortcomings of AI and have seen it destroy communities from within.
I have no experience with the book industry; Although I have been programming for 30 years, I have also been writing on my blog for close to 20. It is my desire to make a career in writing as this would mesh well with me and my family: I have a disabled wife and son whom I have been caring for whilst writing the book, although I am myself disabled with mobility issues and difficulties related to my neuro-divergency.
Please excuse the unusual way I write at times with excessive semi-colons or em-dashes. It looks like AI but it’s actually AI having stolen from my blog; I just write like that. I think the dyslexic spelling and grammar mistakes will make it obvious enough that I’m not using AI and I can prove it either-way with the daily edit history.
Though the book is currently unfinished, I am seeking a publisher that believes that it would be publishable in print should it be finished to an agreeable standard. I plan to have it finished within 9 to 12 months. I would like to write more books set in the Worldglass since this one only covers a small period in early history and there’s plenty of others to explore such as the middle-ages, the industrial revolution and Luddite movement, the age of invention &c.
Yours Sincerely,
Kroc Camen -
Cover Letter: --edit: v2
In a world drowning in AI slop I have given up programming to write a book about a concept so compelling that it has, thus far, propelled me to 80’000 words, roughly 280 pages (5”×8”), in 9 months: A world and the people within an hourglass the size of Earth. In addition to writing the book, I’ve been running a Patreon with monthly updates to the manuscript and a behind-the-scenes blog that totals another 25’723 words of content describing the daily writing and planning progress.
I started this book because I envisioned it on store shelves as a real object, as something that people would actually pick up and read. Programming is intangible. I believe that there is a demand for AI-free books and I believe that there are fewer and fewer novels being produced without at least some amount of AI adulteration. Mine has none what-so-ever: as a programmer, I am well aware of the legal, ethical, and technical shortcomings of AI and have seen it destroy communities from within.
I have no experience with the book industry; Although I have been programming for 30 years, I have also been writing on my blog for close to 20. It is my desire to make a career in writing as this would mesh well with me and my family: I have a disabled wife and son whom I have been caring for whilst writing the book, although I am myself disabled with mobility issues and difficulties related to my neuro-divergency.
Please excuse the unusual way I write at times with excessive semi-colons or em-dashes. It looks like AI but it’s actually AI having stolen from my blog; I just write like that. I think the dyslexic spelling and grammar mistakes will make it obvious enough that I’m not using AI and I can prove it either-way with the daily edit history.
Though the book is currently unfinished, I am seeking a publisher that believes that it would be publishable in print should it be finished to an agreeable standard. I plan to have it finished within 9 to 12 months. I would like to write more books set in the Worldglass since this one only covers a small period in early history and there’s plenty of others to explore such as the middle-ages, the industrial revolution and Luddite movement, the age of invention &c.
Yours Sincerely,
Kroc Camen -
Cover Letter: --edit: v2
In a world drowning in AI slop I have given up programming to write a book about a concept so compelling that it has, thus far, propelled me to 80’000 words, roughly 280 pages (5”×8”), in 9 months: A world and the people within an hourglass the size of Earth. In addition to writing the book, I’ve been running a Patreon with monthly updates to the manuscript and a behind-the-scenes blog that totals another 25’723 words of content describing the daily writing and planning progress.
I started this book because I envisioned it on store shelves as a real object, as something that people would actually pick up and read. Programming is intangible. I believe that there is a demand for AI-free books and I believe that there are fewer and fewer novels being produced without at least some amount of AI adulteration. Mine has none what-so-ever: as a programmer, I am well aware of the legal, ethical, and technical shortcomings of AI and have seen it destroy communities from within.
I have no experience with the book industry; Although I have been programming for 30 years, I have also been writing on my blog for close to 20. It is my desire to make a career in writing as this would mesh well with me and my family: I have a disabled wife and son whom I have been caring for whilst writing the book, although I am myself disabled with mobility issues and difficulties related to my neuro-divergency.
Please excuse the unusual way I write at times with excessive semi-colons or em-dashes. It looks like AI but it’s actually AI having stolen from my blog; I just write like that. I think the dyslexic spelling and grammar mistakes will make it obvious enough that I’m not using AI and I can prove it either-way with the daily edit history.
Though the book is currently unfinished, I am seeking a publisher that believes that it would be publishable in print should it be finished to an agreeable standard. I plan to have it finished within 9 to 12 months. I would like to write more books set in the Worldglass since this one only covers a small period in early history and there’s plenty of others to explore such as the middle-ages, the industrial revolution and Luddite movement, the age of invention &c.
Yours Sincerely,
Kroc Camen -
Would any #writersofmastodon be willing to take a look at my cover letter / synopsis and give any feedback? I've never interacted with the literary world before and I need some guidance
-- edit: I'll add the letters as replies, no need to make extra work for readers
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Would any #writersofmastodon be willing to take a look at my cover letter / synopsis and give any feedback? I've never interacted with the literary world before and I need some guidance
-- edit: I'll add the letters as replies, no need to make extra work for readers
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Would any #writersofmastodon be willing to take a look at my cover letter / synopsis and give any feedback? I've never interacted with the literary world before and I need some guidance
-- edit: I'll add the letters as replies, no need to make extra work for readers
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Would any #writersofmastodon be willing to take a look at my cover letter / synopsis and give any feedback? I've never interacted with the literary world before and I need some guidance
-- edit: I'll add the letters as replies, no need to make extra work for readers
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Would any #writersofmastodon be willing to take a look at my cover letter / synopsis and give any feedback? I've never interacted with the literary world before and I need some guidance
-- edit: I'll add the letters as replies, no need to make extra work for readers
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If I'm going to continue Nomad: Wanderer in the #Worldglass, I need to stop #writing and find an audience / build a community.
I don't know how to find a publisher -- it's 2026, I can't just email manuscripts to publishers in blind hope.
I have the one thing they need that's going to be more valuable than gold dust by next year -- original, AI free novels. Their industry is facing a future where *nobody* is writing slop-free books any more, and book buyers DO NOT want slop. I've got what they need, I just don't know how to get it in front of them.
No matter how good the setting, the characters, or the writing is, I am gate-kept by a popularity contest; a version of he-who-shouts-loudest-wins and I'm not a shouting person, I'm a quiet contemplator.
A question to anybody reading this: What would make you read it -- what price / format / shop|website works for you? What can I do to lower the barrier until you would consider it? Heck, if you @ / DM me, I will gladly send you a full copy of the manuscript (286 pages, 80'000 words) for free. I don't need the money, I just need people to see my work but I'm not uploading it anywhere the AI can just slurp it up.
I've tried to make the book as easily readable as possible -- I even coded a web version from scratch with themes and customisable font settings, no Ai! https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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If I'm going to continue Nomad: Wanderer in the #Worldglass, I need to stop #writing and find an audience / build a community.
I don't know how to find a publisher -- it's 2026, I can't just email manuscripts to publishers in blind hope.
I have the one thing they need that's going to be more valuable than gold dust by next year -- original, AI free novels. Their industry is facing a future where *nobody* is writing slop-free books any more, and book buyers DO NOT want slop. I've got what they need, I just don't know how to get it in front of them.
No matter how good the setting, the characters, or the writing is, I am gate-kept by a popularity contest; a version of he-who-shouts-loudest-wins and I'm not a shouting person, I'm a quiet contemplator.
A question to anybody reading this: What would make you read it -- what price / format / shop|website works for you? What can I do to lower the barrier until you would consider it? Heck, if you @ / DM me, I will gladly send you a full copy of the manuscript (286 pages, 80'000 words) for free. I don't need the money, I just need people to see my work but I'm not uploading it anywhere the AI can just slurp it up.
I've tried to make the book as easily readable as possible -- I even coded a web version from scratch with themes and customisable font settings, no Ai! https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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If I'm going to continue Nomad: Wanderer in the #Worldglass, I need to stop #writing and find an audience / build a community.
I don't know how to find a publisher -- it's 2026, I can't just email manuscripts to publishers in blind hope.
I have the one thing they need that's going to be more valuable than gold dust by next year -- original, AI free novels. Their industry is facing a future where *nobody* is writing slop-free books any more, and book buyers DO NOT want slop. I've got what they need, I just don't know how to get it in front of them.
No matter how good the setting, the characters, or the writing is, I am gate-kept by a popularity contest; a version of he-who-shouts-loudest-wins and I'm not a shouting person, I'm a quiet contemplator.
A question to anybody reading this: What would make you read it -- what price / format / shop|website works for you? What can I do to lower the barrier until you would consider it? Heck, if you @ / DM me, I will gladly send you a full copy of the manuscript (286 pages, 80'000 words) for free. I don't need the money, I just need people to see my work but I'm not uploading it anywhere the AI can just slurp it up.
I've tried to make the book as easily readable as possible -- I even coded a web version from scratch with themes and customisable font settings, no Ai! https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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If I'm going to continue Nomad: Wanderer in the #Worldglass, I need to stop #writing and find an audience / build a community.
I don't know how to find a publisher -- it's 2026, I can't just email manuscripts to publishers in blind hope.
I have the one thing they need that's going to be more valuable than gold dust by next year -- original, AI free novels. Their industry is facing a future where *nobody* is writing slop-free books any more, and book buyers DO NOT want slop. I've got what they need, I just don't know how to get it in front of them.
No matter how good the setting, the characters, or the writing is, I am gate-kept by a popularity contest; a version of he-who-shouts-loudest-wins and I'm not a shouting person, I'm a quiet contemplator.
A question to anybody reading this: What would make you read it -- what price / format / shop|website works for you? What can I do to lower the barrier until you would consider it? Heck, if you @ / DM me, I will gladly send you a full copy of the manuscript (286 pages, 80'000 words) for free. I don't need the money, I just need people to see my work but I'm not uploading it anywhere the AI can just slurp it up.
I've tried to make the book as easily readable as possible -- I even coded a web version from scratch with themes and customisable font settings, no Ai! https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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If I'm going to continue Nomad: Wanderer in the #Worldglass, I need to stop #writing and find an audience / build a community.
I don't know how to find a publisher -- it's 2026, I can't just email manuscripts to publishers in blind hope.
I have the one thing they need that's going to be more valuable than gold dust by next year -- original, AI free novels. Their industry is facing a future where *nobody* is writing slop-free books any more, and book buyers DO NOT want slop. I've got what they need, I just don't know how to get it in front of them.
No matter how good the setting, the characters, or the writing is, I am gate-kept by a popularity contest; a version of he-who-shouts-loudest-wins and I'm not a shouting person, I'm a quiet contemplator.
A question to anybody reading this: What would make you read it -- what price / format / shop|website works for you? What can I do to lower the barrier until you would consider it? Heck, if you @ / DM me, I will gladly send you a full copy of the manuscript (286 pages, 80'000 words) for free. I don't need the money, I just need people to see my work but I'm not uploading it anywhere the AI can just slurp it up.
I've tried to make the book as easily readable as possible -- I even coded a web version from scratch with themes and customisable font settings, no Ai! https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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This month's manuscript release. 286 pages, 80'000 words: https://www.patreon.com/KrocCamen/posts/september-2026-170708948
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a book about an impossible journey across a world inside a 25'000 mile circumfrence hourglass. You can read a sample online: https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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This month's manuscript release. 286 pages, 80'000 words: https://www.patreon.com/KrocCamen/posts/september-2026-170708948
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a book about an impossible journey across a world inside a 25'000 mile circumfrence hourglass. You can read a sample online: https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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This month's manuscript release. 286 pages, 80'000 words: https://www.patreon.com/KrocCamen/posts/september-2026-170708948
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a book about an impossible journey across a world inside a 25'000 mile circumfrence hourglass. You can read a sample online: https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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This month's manuscript release. 286 pages, 80'000 words: https://www.patreon.com/KrocCamen/posts/september-2026-170708948
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a book about an impossible journey across a world inside a 25'000 mile circumfrence hourglass. You can read a sample online: https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html
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This month's manuscript release. 286 pages, 80'000 words: https://www.patreon.com/KrocCamen/posts/september-2026-170708948
Nomad: Wanderer in the Worldglass is a book about an impossible journey across a world inside a 25'000 mile circumfrence hourglass. You can read a sample online: https://camendesign.com/writing/nomad/online.html