Archive | September 13, 2016

Conlang all year round – JuLECTURy in September

I’m going through 365 Conlang thingies beyond #Lexember one month a day (or so) until I get bored.

Here is the Julectury (“Write a lecture, lesson or 140 letter pedagogical tweet each day explaining how your language works”) which I wrote last week.


Calenyen is an agglutinating language with a habit of dropping syllables and an immensely casual attitude towards parts of speech (nouning verbs and so on).

It is also a language — like the culture itself — full of borrowing and thus loan-words, which, like most of the things the Calenyena borrows, it puts its own spin and flavor on.

So, for example, learnis see-do, dok, get, doket.

Child is Leroo; plural Leroone.

That makes school Learn-kids, doket-Leroone (and sometimes doket-oone
Or:
heleva is a Bitrani word from the Tabersi goddess Heleviaria, Deity of lines and boundaries. It means a meet and proper boundary, usually a property line, but also the lines between countries.
Teleba is the Calenyen word with the similar concept, agreed-upon border; but tol-tyeleba, toleba, is a border dispute over a bad border, something not allowable in the original Bitrani word.


Sentence Structure.
Old Tongue plays fast and use with sentence structure poetically, although in scholarly documents it tends to stick to one structure for the body of the text.

Most common is [Verb] [Subject] [Object], with modifiers coming directly after the modified object.

It is written from left to right.


Morphambruary 1
Febmanteau 1
Polysemarch 1
DisMayCourse
Juneme 1
Julectury
Augovernust 1
Morphambruary 2
Febmanteau 2
Polysemarch/Juneme2
Juneme 2/2.5
AugGOVERNust 2
✒️
SeNTAXember

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Funfic (of Addergoole post-apoc): A Stalking

I’ve been wanting to do this as a roleplay for years but here it is as the beginning of a story.

She had been tracking him since she left Addergoole.

Neither her innate nor her Words led to tracking, so she went by rumor and hearsay, following breadcrumbs. She left her children at Maureen’s and what crew she’d had had crumbled, so it was just her, her and her grudge, moving across the remains of the countryside, chasing hints.

He was moving, too. He’d graduated three years before her; he’d had a lot of time to make trouble. She’d stop at a town and ask: have you seen him? Dark hair, broad shoulders, he always wears this leather jacket? And they’d say, why do you want him?

She’d had to tell one town she wanted to kill him before they’d tell her where he went. Another one, “justice” was enough of an answer.

She’d traded in favours and gone into debt with her former classmates for three items. She didn’t know how she’d pay them back yet, but they were immortal, and she could worry about that once she’d had her revenge.

It took her six months to get close enough to his trail that she could see the wreckage for herself. When she reached an enclave where they flat-out refused to say anything, she knew she was, if not there, very nearly so.

She found him standing on a hillside just outside the enclave, his camp everything she expected of him. His back was to her, but she knew that jacket, the way his hair fell in ragged braids, the set of his feet, as if he owned the whole world.

She snuck up behind him and triggered her first magical item. “You belong to me,” she told him.

“I belong to you,” he agreed, because the magical item compelled him to. His voice sounded strange. She didn’t care.

“Sit down with your hands behind your head and say nothing.”

He’d said the same thing to her, when he’d trapped her. She thought it was fitting.

He turned around as he sat down; she hadn’t told him not to, after all. His hands were behind his head. His eyebrows were lifted.

Her heart was in her throat. He looked almost right… but this wasn’t her guy.

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Conlang all year round – Augovernust in September

I’m going through 365 Conlang thingies beyond #Lexember (which is missing October…) one month a day (or so) up to September.(?) I just realized I wrote a Julectuary last week and never finished filling things in, so that will come soon.

In the meantime… Augovernust. Today I thought I’d write my “quotes and excerpts” policy, especially pertinent in light of sites like (link) that like to strip your blog content and repost it.

For published works, please see the publisher in question for excerpt rights.

For works published online — on my blogs or one of my serials, for instance — you may quote up to 50 words or 10% of any given piece*, whichever is smaller, without permission — simply provide a link to the site the piece is posted on and give credit to Lyn Thorne-Alder.

Please do not post longer excerpts without explicit written permission from me, which you may request via PM or via e-mail. In all cases, please provide a linkback to the original work and credit to Lyn Thorne-Alder, or an appropriate bibliographical listing.

* For the purposes of this policy, a “piece” is considered the entirety of a story, regardless of the number of posts. Edally Academy is a piece; Fourth Husband is a piece.


Morphambruary 1
Febmanteau 1
Polysemarch 1
DisMayCourse
Juneme 1
Julectury 1
Augovernust 1
Morphambruary 2
Febmanteau 2
Polysemarch/Juneme2
Juneme 2/2.5
✒️
Julectury 2

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