Adamantine Snippets! (Hip Hip Hurray!)


The current manuscript of Adamantine is 43,618 words.  I thought it was bigger than that.  X____x  I forget that the time I spend thinking + procrastinating about the novel doesn't actually contribute to the wordcount.

bah humbug

But recently I've been on a roll, which is HUGELY ENCOURAGING TO YOURS TRULY, & now I've got some goodies to share with you!  I've mostly got past the big language barrier problem now, & that's definitely helped smooth the plot along.  I mean, I can still hardly see where I'm going in the dark, but at least I can yell coherently while I'm careening down the edge of the abyss, ehwot??


baby snippets of which i am pwoud


The Good Dog gave no explanation for its sudden disappearance, but, when I was able to crawl out into the sunshine, it rejoined me in mid-bound, materializing as a black sickle leaping from rock to rock and closing the distance between us. I put my weight against a stone for support, to catch my breath and to catch a sense of relief that I was still alive and that my wounds were yet minor. The Good Dog landed beside me with all the noise of a leaf falling to earth and something in my chest seemed to leap out to meet it, as a soul springing to embrace another.

I heard a wordless noise of scorn from the Emerald Jewel, which carried across our languages with silk-smooth transliteration.

The Good Dog sank down on his haunches beside me, watching as I also watched. A thin, particularly cold wind sluiced up the brook's depression, ruffling the long, soft hairs in his ears so that they caught the light and turned translucent, elongating into silver gossamer that the wind continually snipped off in tiny drifting threads. I leaned against the bulk of his shoulder and hid my abused cheek in his fur. So close to him, I could see the swell and fade of minute orange flame-veins in every hair, lighting as he breathed, turning down like a lamp as the great breath flushed from his nostrils.

A shrill whistle dropped my awareness downward; the Emerald Jewel had paused on the track, turned to look up at me frozen against the skyline. "Come, kitty," she ordered; "or did you also learn cowardice from the blue dux?"




The Roman Orchid shot her a wicked look. The bubble was starting to form again, with the concentric moons: one was perfectly aligned in the fairy's left eye, and gave him a rabid appearance. "Yes, I resent," he replied venomously. "We slaughtered a life of good cloth for this--this worthless stillborn whelp. You saw! She could not even scream, with her maggoty face bloated with terror. She handles the reindeer like a drunk. And yet we suffer her to live," he concluded.
To my shock, the Emerald Jewel laughed softly, under cover of a pitch-smoky gust of wind, and replied, "I heard you say yourself, this is what you get when you make deals with devils. She may indeed be trampled by the deer one day, or swallowed by a forest-spirit, but for my part," again she shrugged, "I am willing to whip some trail out of her before she expires."
The Roman Orchid flicked out the fingers of both hands, as if throwing the whole business away. "Let the foolishness rest between your feet, then," he drawled. "You carry the cloth; don't come yelping to me if it hurts."

There I made my error. My hand went out unthinkingly to the nearest stem; at the same instant, the Good Dog exploded into fullest, most solid form around me. My right shoulder seized as his supernatural jaws clamped over them, wrenching back - simultaneously, and then overwhelmingly, my hand gripped a whorl of leaves and red, searing agony rammed into the palm of my hand like an imitation crucifix. Every bone in my body shuddered stiff like ramrods, my own jaw grit down so that the only sound I made was a horrible suffocating squeal like an animal being pressed out under a rock. Black spots, blue auras, sudden flashes of orange light, crashed through my eyes and filled my head until I had the galaxy warring in my skull.


Sounds like fun??  What a relief to be able to include dialogue! XD I'm pretty pleased with where I'm headed, even if I'm not sure how to get there.  I hope you enjoyed the snippets, anyhow!


until next time, cheerio!
xoxo, jenny


My Favourite Reads of 2017 (aka, Your Favourite Reads of 2018??)



I read thirteen books in 2017.  Those of you who don't have children, physical ailments, & don't get drowsy by reading, you can just siddown.  Thirteen is a book per month + one, which is pretty good for me right now, ehwot.  

four books stood out to me, & i want to share them!

THE GIRL WITH SEVEN NAMES by lee hyeon-seo
With the growing interest in South Korea blossoming in the west, a voyeuristic view of North Korea is also opening up.  North Korea is basically the Silent Planet of countries, & the world is fascinated by this terrible little backwards oppressed nation & the fate of its people.   Oppression and exploitation are everywhere, but perhaps the isolationist mentality of North Korea + its juxtaposition to its insanely-first-world neighbour South Korea, makes this story so much more enthralling as a train-wreck debacle.  To whet your appetite for this book, you can also watch Ms. Lee's TEDTalk on Youtube.  

THE LIFE-CHANGING {MANGA} OF TIDYING UP by marie kondo
Yass, household name Marie Kondo has a manga + I devoured it.  Such a great little visual refresher for the Konmari enthusiast! (e.g. moi)




HALLUCINATIONS by oliver sacks
Big name, though I'd never heard of him; this psychiatric doctor takes you through many different kinds of "sane" hallucinations.   I get the impression that insanity-based hallucinations may not be as common as hallucinations produced by other factors, such as sensory deprivation.  Really fascinating read!

PLEASE LOOK AFTER MOM by shin kyung-sook
Probably my favourite book of the year, this moving, heart-stopping, at times chilling novel helped me appreciate my own mother even more, & reminded me not to take for granted the sheer amount of love + effort our mothers pour into our lives.

When sixty-nine-year-old So-nyo is separated from her husband among the crowds of the Seoul subway station, her family begins a desperate search to find her. Yet as long-held secrets and private sorrows begin to reveal themselves, they are forced to wonder: how well did they actually know the woman they called Mom?

Told through the piercing voices and urgent perspectives of a daughter, son, husband, and mother,
PLEASE LOOK AFTER MOM is at once an authentic picture of contemporary life in Korea and a universal story of family love.




I'm closing out the year with a few books pending; I'll finish them in January, hopefully...  If you haven't hear of these four books + they sound interesting to you, consider this your formal introduction!  Books are best buddies.


until next time!
(weak laughter)
xoxo, jenny