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Building Pelestia

I started a three-ring binder for this.

I have tabs and dividers.

I am building a world.

I've built little worlds before for stories, but none of them needed very much building.  This one is bigger and the world plays into my story in a vital way.  So I am drawing maps and naming rulers and playing around with economies and politics and religious views and weaponry and technology and many other facets.

And I would like your advice:
    How do you build a world?
    Do you have any checklists that you use?

Recent posts

Life Will Change Again

When I look back over the changes of the past 3 years, I am impressed that I am still standing.        In 2015, I was finishing up a midwifery apprenticeship that ended up being a little rocky at the end.  I became a Certified Professional Midwife after about 8 years of study (5 part time and 3 very full time) and a Licensed Midwife in the state of Virginia.  I met Garrett.      In 2016, I started working as a midwife at the Birth Centre of Charlottesville.  And I got engaged.  And I got married. And I moved to "The Valley" (as everybody up here calls it).      In 2017, Garrett and I moved into our beautiful little trailer.  And had countless adventures.      And this year, the changes have continued at an alarming rate.  Now I am getting ready for another change -- a job shift.      I am backing down from full-time work at The Birth Centre of Charlottesville.  This is something that the practice owner and I talked about at the end of August, and we've been taking …

Where Have We Been

It's been good.
There's been a lot of it.
But not much time for creative writing.

I'm still keeping a journal.  It will come in handy someday...someday when I have time to turn my reality into stories that the world can relate to.

This year has been so full.  I know I'm not alone in feeling this.  You each have your own fullness. I said...I will regale you with my adventures.  But not today.

Today, I am sad. And tired. I touch this blog like a girl caressing the cover of a beloved book that she has missed.  I have missed you guys.  Missed you so much.  And yet...still not sure when I can return.  Which sharpens the little pang I feel.

I will return.  That is one thing I do believe.
It's like a compost pile...are any of you familiar with this precious recipe of the gardening trade?  You throw your rotting vegetation into this pile -- leftover salad, old banana peels, the random apple core -- and wait for it to fully rot.  They are all bits of y…

An Arranged Marriage - 26

The night was cold -- the kind of cold that turned the trees to gold overnight.Detlef lowered himself from his window, scaling the wall in silence until he reached the ground.The warmth of the sun had faded away as soon as the moon took charge of the sky. Drying grass crunched under Detlef’s feet as he darted through the shadows toward the stables.It reminded him of the day that Emil had sent him on a wild goose chase to find his servant –who had not been looking for him after all.The thought still rankled in his heart.
Horses nickered as he slipped into the stable.Detlef hushed them as he found his way into Timothy’s stall.
But, instead of greeting Detlef, Timothy’s eyes were fixed on the opposite stall.Detlef strained his eyes in that direction until, to his surprise, he discovered the tense figure of a man in the gloom.
It was too late to hide.“Who goes there?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing, little brother,” the figure spoke, relaxing.
“Matthias!What are you doing?”
“I’m going t…

An Arranged Marriage - 25

Ilona sat by herself, thinking over the revelations of the morning.She pulled every memory of Emil to the forefront of her mind, examining each one. What if he had only fooled her into thinking that he cared about her?Reluctantly she had to admit the likelihood that he had, and the thought gave rise to a much more painful one.What if her Detlef had done the same?
“If you look so deep within, you will miss the beauty around you.”Verana knelt next to her, rolling out a mat and sitting on it.In her hand, she held a basket of nuts, which she proceeded to shell.
Ilona lifted her eyes and glanced around the village.The courtyard basked in the late afternoon sun.Women bustled about their supper preparations, cooking in large pots over open fires.Babies played happily at their feet.The men gathered under the pavilion to mend their traps.Boys chopped kindling.As Ilona watched, a band of girls returned through the curtain of the willow tree, laughing and talking and carrying baskets of late summe…


Hello again!

I have just returned from a trip to Israel.

I have a ton of new data for worldbuilding.  I found that Israel is similar in landscape to one of my WIPs, so now I have a flesh-and-blood reality to enhance my storyworld, which is cool.

Lots to say, but I've got some unpacking and laundry and job-catchup to do first.  Hope to be back soon to tell you guys about the trip!!!

An Arranged Marriage - 24

Horses milled in the front courtyard of the castle.Grooms darted about, scraping cakes of sweat from horse hide and combing burrs and brambles from manes and tails.Others carried water and food to the horses.It looked as if every one of them had faced a hard ride.
Detlef slipped to the ground.The front door of the castle was open, and he could see men gathered inside.
Matthias brought his horse alongside and reached for Timothy’s reins.“Go ahead, little brother.I’ll see that he’s cared for.”
Too distracted to marvel over his brother’s unusual kindness, Detlef handed his reins over and jogged toward the castle.
His eyes adjusted to the darker room.The king stood by a table moving pawns on a map.A group of men stood around him, taking part in a discussion.Others lingered in various positions of repose around the outskirts of the room.
Detlef pushed his way toward the center.“Have you found her?”
The king reached out and patted his shoulder.“Unfortunately not, son.Now get some rest.We’ll need …