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title: first ten days
date: 240110
category: phlog
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This is a post to commemorate the first ten days of #dungeon24, the
second-year of the, I suppose, annual writing challenge: one room of a
dungeon per day, that's it, no other rules.  I didn't make it a month
last year, my machinations too grandiose, my plans too inflexible.  So
when I hit a snag and realized the rooms I'd mapped out were not corr-
ectly ordered, instead of going back and fixing it, I just stopped.

Pretty typical behavior, if I'm being honest.  Lots of things have ch-
anged since 230110 though.  I'm managing my ADHD better, for one.  I
also don't have the delusion that what I write must turn into an actu-
al finished product or anything like that.  This year is all fragments
of thoughts, ideas rooted in my day, myself the only audience who mat-
ters while I'm writing.  Down the line, I'm hoping to have some usable
concepts, maybe even interrelated rooms that I can cobble together and
expand upon.  I already like at least a couple of them:

	title: Room Three
	date: 240103
	category: dungeon24

	Hundreds  of birds alight from the  dead trees 
	in the courtyard at your approach.  They weave 
	in and out of the  airspace above,  dispersing 
	and  doubling  their  numbers  in the  face of 
	threats  of  violence.  The  haze-soaked  soil 
	bears  no insect nor seed  nor fruit, but  the 
	blackbirds never leave the grounds.
		
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	title: Room Seven
	date: 240107
	category: dungeon24

	The frozen-solid door  shatters upon entrance, 
	a blanket  of cold unfurling  into  the halls.  
	Every  ice statue  within  is  interconnected, 
	fingers  touching shoulders,  gloved  hands to 
	foreheads,  tentative feet  to armored  shins.  
	All  are  instantly deadly  to the touch.  You 
	join  the agonizing  chain as  the ice  inches 
	into and along the corridor.
		
More to come, certainly.  Follow along if you're so inclined:

gopher://zaibatsu.circumlunar.space:70/1/~trunnion/d24

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