So, I wrote something.

[kiya]

Eight hundred words.

I don't know what it is.

I mean, it's done, but I don't know what it is.

I sent it to oneironaut, who also doesn't know what it is.

I just had a conversation with teinedreugan about my frustration, that ran something like:

"I don't know what this story-thing is."
"A story thing."
"But I don't know if it partakes of the story nature."
"Try another one and compare them?"
"But I don't have another one."
"Well, you need more guessing stones."

Which will be terribly funny to some people, and completely incomprehensible to others, I suspect.

I wish I knew what it was, other than "eight hundred words long".

Though at least it's exactly that.

Comments

[brooksmoses]

Clearly, it's an octocentina.

[kiya]

I've been calling it an octocentient, but yeah.

Aside from that.

[brooksmoses]

That word makes me wonder what it thinks it is. And whether it thinks so eight times over. *grin*

[brooksmoses]

And I note, having read it, that I also don't really know what it is. Although I do think it partakes of the story nature, at least somewhat. Also of other natures, which is why it's hard to characterize, I think.